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I get that itch for leaving |
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There sure is a lot to see |
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When I hear those big jets winding |
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It makes me wanna leave |
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I've never been to Paris |
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Still never been to Maine |
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I sure like California |
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I could leave on the next plane |
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When I hear your voice a-call me |
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Begging me to stay |
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I'm torn and I'm tattered |
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The sky is turned to gray |
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My mind is numb and I haven't slept |
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And my heart it aches for you |
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If I stay here, my darling, |
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I don't know if I'll make it through |
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On the 18th day of December |
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That's when I did go |
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I packed my bags and I headed south |
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I walked right out the door |
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All alone in that dwelling place |
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As cold as cold could be |
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Not a soul inside that evening |
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Just this feeling of relief |
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She's as fine as the evening sun |
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That, I would not lie |
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But I would not give my life to her |
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No matter how hard I tried |
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I may never find another |
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I've come to realize |
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But you can't hold back a roaming man |
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Darling, I apologize |
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I broke her heart so suddenly |
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Like a thief in the night |
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But as sure as the morning comes |
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I know what I did was right |
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I did not mean to lead you on |
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For that you won't forget |
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This heart of mine is breaking |
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And I'm filled with regret |
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It breaks my heart to know, dear, |
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I couldn't ever say goodbye |
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But I know, my darling, |
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You'd be unhappy as my bride |
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You'll surely find another man |
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Who will take you as his wife |
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And I'll be alone, my dear, |
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Living the bachelor's life |
