^AI didn't love you till you'd ^C#mgone ^DYou told me not to give my ^Bmheart aw^Eay ^AYou were right and I was ^C#mwrong ^DI should have known, I couldn't ^Bmmake you ^Estay

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I wonder where you hang your clothes But on this I never dwell too long I asked around but no one knows I should have known that would be your way Not to, not to say So goodbye my red rose In the spring your scent will grow There's no more curtain calls And the man has put all the chairs away So goodbye my red rose There's no more, no more curtain calls

Colin Hay - Goodbye my red rose