| See that sundown in her hair
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| See that sundown in her hair
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| Fragrant summer in the air
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| In the morning she’s not there
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| See that sundown in her eye
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| See that sundown in her eye
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| Turn around and start to sigh
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| In the shade of the tanglewood tree, she said
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| «Goodbye, my love, goodbye (Goodbye)
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| «I've tried, my love, so don’t cry (Don't cry)
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| «Goodbye, my love, goodbye (Goodbye)
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| «Please don’t ask me why»
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| And you could say that the whole apogee
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| Was hangin' there on the tanglewood tree
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| No other place that a martyr should be
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| The hard bark on a tanglewood tree
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| Her windy hair was something to see
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| Hangin' down from the tanglewood tree
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| And you could say that the whole apogee
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| Was hangin' there on the tanglewood tree
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| See that sundown in your mind
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| See that sundown in your own mind
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| The subtle nuance of a dream left behind
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| In the shade of a tanglewood tree that she climbed
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| Now you kneel and see her face
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| Now you feel so out of place
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| Now you reel at the thought
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| Wanting to steal back all that she fought for
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| «Goodbye, my love, goodbye (Goodbye)
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| «I've tried, my love, so don’t cry (Don't cry)
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| «Goodbye, my love, goodbye (Goodbye)
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| «Please don’t ask me why»
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| And you could say that the whole apogee
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| Was hangin' there on the tanglewood tree
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| No other place that a martyr should be
|
| The hard bark on a tanglewood tree
|
| Her windy hair was something to see
|
| Hangin' down from the tanglewood tree
|
| And you could say that the whole apogee
|
| Was hangin' there on the tanglewood tree
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| And you could say that the whole apogee
|
| Was hangin' there on the tanglewood tree
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| No other place that a martyr should be
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| The hard bark on a tanglewood tree
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| Her windy hair was something to see
|
| Hangin' down from the tanglewood tree
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| And you could say that the whole apogee
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| Was hangin' there on the tanglewood tree |