Well, you said goodbye
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And good luck in your Dear John letter
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and I thought I'd die
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'Cuz I thought we were carved in stone
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And it made me cry as I walked through the clear, cold weather
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And then I dried my eyes
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And I tried livin' all alone.
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Well, the clouds piled high
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And the snow didn't make things better.
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As the time crawled by
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I went down through a dark ordeal.
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Then to my surprise there blew
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A breeze from the springtime heather
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And as it breathed on me,
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I could feel how my heart could heal.
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Now you come back
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just when ev'rything's better,
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Now you come back
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just when ev'rything's great,
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Now you come back,
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but I've got it together,
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Now you come back,
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but it's a little too late.
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Count up the seasons,
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Count up the months,
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Count up the days you've been gone,
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I was a grievin' fool for you once,
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But now you've been gone for too long.
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And you just drop by
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On a night with a full moon shining
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And you just say "hi"
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And you ask if I'm by myself,
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Well, you might think I'm still the same fool you left here pining,
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Hey, but I'm a brand new guy
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And I suggest you go somewhere else.
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Now you come back
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just when ev'rything's better,
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Now you come back
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just when ev'rything's great,
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Now you come back,
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but I've got it together,
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Now you come back,
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but it's little too late.
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Now you come back
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just when ev'rything's better,
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Now you come back
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just when ev'rything's great,
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Now you come back,
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but I've got it together,
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Now you come back,
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but it's a little too late.
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Now You Come Back
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Steve Forbert |