all my bags are packed

all my bags are packed (actually, not yet)
i'm ready to go
i'm standing here
outside your door (well, lying in bed really)
i hate to wake you up
to say goodbye

but the dawn is breaking (it will be, 4 am is ungodly)
it's early morn
the taxi's waiting
and 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

cos i'm leaving
on a jet plane (747 400)
don't know when i'll be back again (monday, 5pm)

oh babe, i hate to go (looking forward to it really)
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