Monday, August 31, 2009

i can't fall asleep.
And even if i could, i'ld be dreaming of them.

All my bags are packed,
i'm ready to go.
I'm standing here outside your door.
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.

but the dawn is breaking its early morn,
the taxi's waiting, blowing his horn.
Already i'm so lonesome i could die.

So kiss me and smile for me.
Tell me that you'll wait for me.
Hold me like you'll never let me go.

Cause i'm leaving on a jetplane.
Don't know when i'll be back again.
oh babe, i hate to go.

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