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Peter Bradley Adams
Peter Bradley Adams
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Bradley Adams
Peter Bradley Adams
Songwriter

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[Verse 1]
Well, those days have all but gone
And still I'm listening in
To that old long distance call
But I'll forget you
[Verse 2]
Well, the fields are turning gold
As the winter moves in
And there's a love I used to know
But I'll forget you
[Verse 3]
So bye-bye
So bye-bye
I'll forget you
[Verse 4]
There's a ghost above my door
Stuck in the air
There's a high lonesome call
But I'll forget you
[Verse 5]
So bye-bye
So bye-bye
I'll forget you
[Verse 6]
As the space around me grows
I need the touch of your skin
So I wear this ring of gold
Till I forget you
[Verse 7]
So bye-bye
Bye-bye
So bye-bye
I'll forget you
Written by: Peter Bradley Adams
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