Golden haze, another morning feels like yesterday
End of May, a year is gone and I still feel this way
And when we meet again, I'll ask you how you're doing
And you'll say fine and ask me how I'm doing
End of May, a year is gone and I still feel this way
And when we meet again, I'll ask you how you're doing
And you'll say fine and ask me how I'm doing
End of MayMichael Bublé
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