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On the morning of |
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A day I should love |
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And the start of the |
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SpringNow my day was snowed in |
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So I rushed you off the phone |
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How should |
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I have known |
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It's the last |
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I'll hear your voice |
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Telling me goodbye |
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Pulling a blanket up to cover everyone |
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All shut out, |
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I was wrapped up in myself |
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And my guilt |
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Now I'm not holding on, but |
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I can't let go |
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Wish my guilt could sit up on a shelf, by itself |
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While I'll rush you off the phone |
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How would |
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I have known |
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It's the last |
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I'll hear your voice |
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Telling me goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |
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Never say goodbye |
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I never should have let you down |
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How am I going to let this go |
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Oh no |
