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Feb 2022
Those black and screaming leaves have fallen
There’s no more birds in your tree
I’m carrying on but I’m stalling
I didn’t know what you meant to me

I’ll be singing Goodbye forever
I’ll be singing out of key
Three times a day for the rest of my life
I hope you know what you mean to me
Joe
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     guy scutellaro and vb
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