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I can hear the truck tires coming up the gravel road |
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And it's not like her to drive that slow |
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Nothings on the radio |
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Footsteps on the front porch I hear my doorbell |
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She usually comes right in |
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Now I can tell |
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Here comes goodbye |
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Here comes the last time |
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Here comes the start of every sleepless night |
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The first of every tear I'm gonna cry |
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Here comes the pain |
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Here comes me wishing things would never change |
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And she was right here in my arms tonight |
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But here comes goodbye |
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I can hear her say I love you like it was yesterday |
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And I can see it written on her face |
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That she had never felt this way |
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One day I thought I'd see her with her daddy by her side |
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And violins would play here comes the bride |
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Here comes goodbye |
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Here comes the last time |
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Here comes the start of every sleepless night |
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The first of every tear I'm gonna cry |
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Here comes the pain |
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Here comes me wishing things would never change |
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And she was right here in my arms tonight |
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But here comes goodbye |
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Why does it have to go from to good to gone? |
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Before the lights turn on, yeah and you're left alone |
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Ooooh all alone |
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But here comes goodbye |
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Oooooh |
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Here comes goodbye |
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Here comes the last time |
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Here comes the start of every sleepless night |
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The first of every tear I'm gonna cry |
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Here comes the pain |
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Here comes me wishing things would never change |
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And she was right here in my arms tonight |
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But here comes goodbye |
