| If I leave here tomorrow, |
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Would you still remember me? |
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For I must be trav’ling on now |
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’Cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see. |
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But if I stayed here with you girl, |
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Things just couldn’t be the same. |
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’Cause I’m as free as a bird now, |
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And this bird you’ll never change. |
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And this bird you cannot change. |
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And this bird you cannot change. |
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Bye, bye baby it’s been a sweet love, |
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Though this feeling I can’t change |
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But please don’t take it so badly |
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’Cause the Lord knows I’m to blame. |
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Lord help me, I can’t change. |
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