Old Goodbyes

Early Sunday morning by the sound of the bell
 I can tell
 Oh, the day is going to be some kind of nightmare
 I walk you to the station with your suitcase in my hands
 All is well
 Just as long as the lights are on
 And no one asks you
 It's like you said
 Sometimes you pretend
 Sometimes you just forget
 As pages are turned over
 But some lines remain in your mind
 Through the test of time
 To carve their way into your old goodbyes, mmm
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 Well, maybe I am guilty for the things you've left undone
 I don't know
 Oh, maybe I am the scratch on your knee not healing
 But when your mother gave you away
 You just couldn't say a word
 Welcome home
 Now the world looks new to you but it turns faster
 Way much faster
 Like you said
 Sometimes you pretend
 Sometimes you just forget
 As pages are turned over
 But some lines remain in your mind
 Through the test of time
 To carve their way into your old goodbyes
 La-da-da
 Da-da-da-da
 Da-da-da-da-da-da
 Da-da-da-da-da-da
 Da-da-da-da
 Da-da-da-da
 Da-da-da-da-da-da
 Da-da-da-da-da-da
 Like you said
 Sometimes you pretend
 Sometimes you just forget