| It’s killing me to write the word, 'Goodbye'
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| I’ve wadded up and tossed a thousand tries
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| We both know the reason, there ain’t nothing to explain
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| But I know that my leaving will spare us both the pain
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| Desiree, I can’t hold you any longer
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| Desiree, you love his money more than me
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| And the taxi’s at the gate, I guess all that’s left to say
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| Is in teardrops at the bottom of the page, 'I love you, Desiree'
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| It’d be easier to leave if I were mad
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| But it’s hard to lose the best you’ll ever have
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| And to write this note to you was the hardest thing to do
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| But not as hard as being a poor boy who can’t afford a girl like you
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| Desiree, I can’t hold you any longer
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| Desiree, you love his money more than me
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| And the taxi’s at the gate, I guess all that’s left to say
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| Is in teardrops at the bottom of the page
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| Desiree, I can’t hold you any longer
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| Desiree, you love his money more than me
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| And the taxi’s at the gate, I guess all that’s left to say
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| Is in teardrops at the bottom of the page, 'I love you, Desiree'
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| God, I love you, Desiree
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| I won’t be around for your goodbye
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| (Love his money more than me)
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| I won’t be around for your goodbye
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| (Oh, you love his money, love him more than me)
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| I won’t be around for your goodbye
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| (Yeah, I was just a fool who couldn’t see)
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| I won’t be around for your goodbye
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| (Yeah, you love his money, yeah, you love him more than me) |