Summer came and days grew long
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Liliacs bloomed 'round Milford Pond
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The first place I ever held his hand
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Timeless walks and breathless nights
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Went rushing past like geese in flight
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I was praying it was never gonna end
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Then the autumn leaves were blazing
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Like the fireworks in July
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And for a fleeting moment
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That flame was in his eyes
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but as quickly as the colours came
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they burned out of the sky
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Goodbye, Adios
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See you later
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I've gotta go
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I've been holding on too long
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This is my leaving song
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I'll take one last look around
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Pull up roots that I put down
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Drive across that Hastings County Line
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I'll trade a part of who I was
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For a future I'm not certain of
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But I'll keep the best of what I leave behind
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I'll miss those Sunday mornings
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And those Friday football games
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And the peace that comes from knowing
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This place will never change
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that's the reason that I'll miss it
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And the reason I can't stay
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Goodbye, Adios
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See you later
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I've gotta go
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I've been holding on too long
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This is my leaving song
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Goodbye, Adios
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See you later
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I've gotta go
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I've been holding on too long
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This is my leaving song
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This is my leaving song
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Leaving Song
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| The Wilkinsons |
