Everytime we say good-bye, i die a little
Everytime we say good-bye, i wonder 'why' a little
Why the gods above me, who must be in the know
Think so little of me, they allow you to gooo...
When you 're near, there 's such an air of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it
There 's no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to minor
Everytime we say good-bye
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