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(Olivia Newton John)
You've said a million times we've changed
Can't bring myself to say those words again
I remember changes too
You can't grow apples on the moon
The hurtful things we said still penetrate
And whispered sorry's always come too late
Then the damage has been done
What are we going to tell our son
I want to spare his broken heart
Break it gently that we'll live apart
Don't know the proper way to say
"You won't be seeing Daddy everyday"
Those weekly outing never work you know
Bying gifts and candy and picture shows
They can't replace the man around
Your voice, your touch, your manly sound
I guess the trouble is I love you still
And if it comes to that I always will
No please don't cry it's just too late
Now hurry on She's waiting at the gate...
HATA BİLDİR
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