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Can't Stop Loving You | ||||||||||||||||
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So you leavin' in the mornin' on the early train. Well I could say everything's all right and I could pretend and say goodbye Got your ticket got your suitcase got your leaving smile Oh I could say that's the way it goes and I could pretend you won't know That I was lying... Cuz I can't stop loving you No I can't stop loving you No I won't stop loving you Why should I? We Took a taxi to the station not a word was said and I saw you walk across the road for maybe the last time, I don't know Feeling humble heard a rumble on the railway track and when I hear the whistle blow I'll walk away and you won't know that I'll be crying... Even try, I'll always be here by your side. Why, why, why? I never wanted to say goodbye, Why even try? I'm always here, if you change, change your mind. So you're leavin' in the mornin' on the early train Well, I could say everything's alright and I could pretend and say goodbye But that would be lying... Why should I? Why should I? Why should I, even try? |
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That's me | ||||||||||||||||
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Pleonast | ||||||||||||||||
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About me | ||||||||||||||||
Name: | Chris | |||||||||||||||
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criblaie@hotmail.com | ||||||||||||||||