Everytime we say goodbyeI die a little
Everytime we say goodbyeI wonder why a little
Why the Gods above mewho must be in the know.
Think so little of methey allow you to go.
When you re nearthere s such an air of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewherebegin to sing about it
There s no love song finerbut how strange the change from major to
minor
Everytime we say goodbye.

When you re nearthere s such an air of spring about it
I can hear a lark somewherebegin to sing about it
There s no love song finerbut how strange the change from major to
minor
Everytime we say goodbye.

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