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Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye.
Don't try to stop me Horace please...
Wave your little hand and whisper
So long dearie
You ain't gonna see me anymore
But when you discover that your life is dreary
Don't you come a knockin' at my door
For I'll be all dolled up
And singin' that song
That says you dog, I told you so
So wave your little hand and whisper
So long dearie
Dearie, should have said so long
So long ago!
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