Everytime we say goodbye

I die a little

Everytime we say goodbye

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 go



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 goodbye



There's no love song finer

But how strange the change

From major to minor

Everytime we say goodbye


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