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Kissing Goodbye, |
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Tears in her eyes, |
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It's the last time, The last time you can be sure of, |
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But I can taste the salty kisses and the runny makeup, |
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Yea, it could be so boring |
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But she keeps crying, |
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And they keep kissing, |
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And I just hang about and listen |
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She's got to go, |
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She's got to go, |
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In the airport, in the morning, and I know |
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She's got to go |
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Now it's time they know, |
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They don't take a step, |
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Line keeps on pushing, |
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They won't stop kissing, |
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The airport is racing, |
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The smokers are pacing, |
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It just started raining, |
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Soon I'll have to go |
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But she keeps crying, |
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And they keep kissing, |
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And i just hang about and listen |
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But she's got to go, |
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She's got to go, |
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In the airport, In the morning, I know |
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She's got to go |
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In the morning, In the airport |
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She's crying and the phone rings |
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And you answer, and its quiet |
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And there's nothing that'll change the fact |
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That she's leaving tomorrow |
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And you'll be alone again with nothing to distract you |
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you watch the clock as it keeps ticking |
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(over and over) |
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Monday morning airport |
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(over and over) |
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Monday morning airport |