| Sitting in a Dixon garden, wishing that you and I weren’t parting
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| For the last time, the last time
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| And I said, «Why you want to get married anyway? |
| That man’s got a family»
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| And then you say, «Couldn't wait on you forever, or could I?»
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| «Guess not»
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| There’s an awkward silence for the first time, so many years
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| And as I recall you used to be mine, not some property of his
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| And I sing «Ah la don’t go, ah la stay
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| Ah la don’t go, don’t go away.»
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| «Maybe I should apologize, for I treated you so
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| And I’m so sorry that I left you here, I just wish I could have known»
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| You say, «You never can tell, and it’s not your fault
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| See these things just happen when you’re dealing with the hands on a clock of a
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| woman»
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| «And he treats me fine, and anyways I’m getting older»
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| She said, «Oh but I still miss you sometimes, when the weather’s getting colder»
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| And she sang «Ah la don’t go, ah la stay
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| Ah la don’t go, don’t go away.»
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| «Do we say goodbye, or just see you later?»
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| She said «Don't make me cry
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| 'Cause it’s enough just to know
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| That I won’t ever hold you close
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| And I won’t ever smell your skin
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| And I know how I’m supposed to feel
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| Here we go again singing, 'Ah la don’t go, ah la stay
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| Ah la don’t go, don’t go away.'» |