When You Go Away
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Now he's brought down the rain |
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And the Indian summer is through |
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In the morning you'll be following your trail again |
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Fair play to you |
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You're ain't calling me to join you |
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And I'm spoken for anyway |
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But I will cry when ye go away |
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I will cry when ye go away |
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Your beauty is familiar |
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And your voice is like a key |
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It opens up my soul |
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And torches up a fire inside of me |
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Your coat is made of magic |
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And around your table angels play |
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I will cry when ye go away |
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I will cry when ye go away |
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Somebody left us whiskey |
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And the night is very young |
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I've got some to say and more to tell |
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And the words will soon be spilling from my tongue |
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I will rave and I will ramble |
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I'll to everything but make you stay |
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Then I will cry when ye go away |
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I will cry when ye go away |
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I will cry when ye go away |
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I will cry when ye go away |
