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sábado, julho 17, 2004

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 morn
The taxi waiting
He's 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 jet plane.
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I tell you now they don't mean a thing
Every place I go I think of you
Every song I sing I sing for you
When I came back
I'll wear your wedding ring

And now the time has come to leave you
one more time
Oh, let me kiss you
then close your eyes
and I'll be in my way
dream about the days to come
when I won't have to be alone
about the time when i won't have to say...

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 jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

Leaving on a jet plane
Chantel Kreviazuk

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