Every time we say goodbye, I die a little Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little Why the gods above me, who must be in the know Think so little of me that they allow you go
When your near there's such an air of Spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it There's no love song finer but how strange The change from major to minor Every time we say goodbyeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
