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Our time was short not aged like wine The truth was plucked from the vine And I never got the chance to say goodbye The thoughts hold on The heart despairs The ghost of you is everywhere And I will always be next to and . . . near you so goodbye . . . farewell . . . goodbye The day begins just like it ends Is it God's good will it came to end But my loneliness shouts out in vain So when something ends it's time to begin I won't be looking behind . . . it's just the wind And my arms are aching from the pain Goodbye . . . so goodbye fare thee well So go on now . . . cut your losses Close the fact inside the coffin Take the key and lock it deep inside Learn how to say your prayers Long for the day without the cares The evening air comes on now so chilling Say goodbye , goodbye now . . . forevermore Goodbye . . . you've closed the door With every step I'm feeling Where once so firm I'm reeling from the overburden of my motal ways So just release my last goodbye Don't even dare to ask me why The chances are cast the lot now devided . . . so goodbye . . . goodbye . . . . . . goodbye . . . fare thee well . . .
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Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
Goodbye
Our time was short not aged like wine The truth was plucked from the vine And I never got the chance to say goodbye The thoughts hold on The heart despairs The ghost of you is everywhere And I will always be next to and . . . near you so goodbye . . . farewell . . . goodbye The day begins just like it ends Is it God's good will it came to end But my loneliness shouts out in vain So when something ends it's time to begin I won't be looking behind . . . it's just the wind And my arms are aching from the pain Goodbye . . . so goodbye fare thee well So go on now . . . cut your losses Close the fact inside the coffin Take the key and lock it deep inside Learn how to say your prayers Long for the day without the cares The evening air comes on now so chilling Say goodbye , goodbye now . . . forevermore Goodbye . . . you've closed the door With every step I'm feeling Where once so firm I'm reeling from the overburden of my motal ways So just release my last goodbye Don't even dare to ask me why The chances are cast the lot now devided . . . so goodbye . . . goodbye . . . . . . goodbye . . . fare thee well . . .
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South-by-Southwest
75/M/Birmingham , Alabama
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
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