On the morning of
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A day I should love
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And the start of the Spring
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Now my day was snowed in
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So I rushed you off the phone
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How should I have known
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It's the last 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, I was wrapped up in myself
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And my guilt
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Now I'm not holding on, but 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 I have known
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It's the last 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
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Telling Me Goodbye
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| I Can Make A Mess Like Nobody's Business |
