| Intro |
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| If you see her | say hell | o, she | might be in Tan | giers |
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| She left here last | early | spring, is living there I | hear |
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| Say for me that | I'm al | right, though things get kind of | slow |
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| She might | think that I've for | gotten her, don't | tell her it isn't | so |
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| We had a | falling | out, like | lovers often | will |
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| And to think of how she | left that | night, it still brings me a | chill |
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| And | though our sepa | rat | ion, it pierced me to the | heart |
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| She still lives in | side of me, we've | never been a | part |
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| If you get | close to | her, | kiss her once for | me |
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| I always have re | spected | her, for doin' what she did and gettin | free |
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| What | ever makes her | happy | , I won't stand in the | way |
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| Tho' the | bitter taste still | lingers on from the | night I tried to make her | st |
| ay |
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| I see a lot of | peo | ple, | as I make the | rounds |
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| And I hear her name | here and | there as I go from town to | town |
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| And I've | never gotten | used to | it, I've just learned to turn it | off |
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| Maybe I'm too | sensitive, or | else I'm gettin | soft |
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| Sundown, | yellow | moon, | I replay the | past |
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| I know every | scene by | heart, it all went by so | fast |
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| If she's goin' | back this | way, I'm not that hard to | find |
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| Tell her she can | look me up | if she's got the | time |
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