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Sprintime in Savannah
It donât get much prettier than this
But it feels like itâs wintertime to me
The sky is clear and the sun is bright
I ainât looking forward to the night
Cuz a cold chill is all Iâm gonna feel
Iâm so sorry, I know the fault is mine
I guess thereâs nothing left to try
As you pack your bags I cannot deny
This is the last goodbye
We always managed to get through tough times
Without getting burned
I took you for granted and said youâd never leave
Now the tables have turned
Iâm so sorry, I know the fault is mine
I guess thereâs nothing left to try
As you walk away I cannot deny
This is the last goodbye
I never told you that I loved you
There was so much time
But now itâs too late⦠much too late
Iâm so sorry, I know the fault is mine
I guess thereâs nothing left to try
As you close the door and I begin to cry
This is the last
This is the last
This is the last goodbye