Every Time We Say Goodbye

Ella Fitzgerald & Count Basie

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    Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little,
    Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little,
    Why the Gods above me, who must be in the know.
    Think so little of me, they allow you to go.
    When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it,
    I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,
    There's no love song finer, but how strange the change from majorto
    minor,
    Everytime we say goodbye.

    When you're near, there's such an air of spring about it,
    I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,
    There's no love song finer, but how strange the change from majorto
    minor,
    Everytime we say goodbye.

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    Composition: Cole Porter

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