Standing in that silent hall
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waitin' for that final call
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Says he doesn't love me anymore
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Shaking hands I pack a bag
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trembling voice I call a cab
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Slowly I start walking to the door
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The cab arrives he blows his horn
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I stumble out in the early morn
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Tell him of a place I've got to go
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Hit a hundred signal lights
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theatre belts in a traffic fight
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Gettin' to these doors has been so slow
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LA International Airport
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where the big jet engines roar
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LA Internation Airport
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I won't see him anymore
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A stewardess in a miniskirt a hippie
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in a leather shirt
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I started on the way to Naples Rome
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While I'm wondering where it's
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at I see a Paris diplomat
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College kids are trying to get back home
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Baggage car goes quickly by see my case
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and I start to cry
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Stumble to the lounge to be alone
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And while I'm trying to get some rest
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I bite my lips and try my best
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To fight the pain that's making me leave home
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LA International Airport
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where the big jet engines roar
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LA Internation Airport
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I won't see him anymore
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With silver wings across the sky vapor trails
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that wave goodbye
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To those below who've got to stay at home
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I wish that I had flown at night
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so I could take that champagne flight
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Rid myself of every tear I own
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Soaring high above the heaven
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in a 747 fighting back the tears
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that curse my eyes
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Captain's voice so load
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and clear amplifies into my ear
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Insuring me and flying friendly skies
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LA International Airport
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where the big jet engines roar
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LA Internation Airport
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I won't see him anymore
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LA International Airport
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| Susan Raye |
