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
It's early morning
The taxi's waiting
He's blowing his horn
Already I'm so lonesome
I could die (from happiness)
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for memy souvenir
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'cause I'm leaving on a jet planeblardy coach
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