Every time we say goodbye, I die a little.
Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little.
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.
Every time we say goodbye, every single time we say goodbye.
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