I'll tell you a story
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Of how the past it lies, it dies
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All of your regrets and all of your glory
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Oh, how the time it flies, flies bye
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She said, "I leave at two
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Memories of old fade with the new
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Good times and bad we've had a few"
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Help me to understand what can I do
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Bye, she said, "We are through,
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we once stuck together but we lost the glue,
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we became one but now add up to two
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it was never up to me or to you"
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She don't need me no more
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Time will forget her I'm sure
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I'll shut it down but there they go,
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thoughts of her fleeting.
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I wish that I could keep them
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repeating
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Story
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The White Buffalo |