| Sitting in the airport lounge
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| I’m waiting for a plane
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| Everything is grounded
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| For the fog is down again
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| I should be leaving in the morning
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| On a flight for Singapore
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| With a guitar and a suitcase and a face
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| In a photograph
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| Dozing with a coffee and a drooping cigaret
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| And the dog eared Sunday supplement
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| And still I can’t forget
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| I should be leaving in the morning
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| On a plane bound for the sun
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| With a guitar and a suitcase and a face
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| In a photograph
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| The hands on the clock
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| Turn around and around
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| Dragging past the hours
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| 'Till the dawning of the day
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| And the girl in information
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| With her eyes on affirmation
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| She’s turning with a smile to break the news
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| I cannot quite believe it, but I thought I heard her say
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| «The customs all have woken up, the fog is on it’s way»
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| So I’ll be leaving in the morning
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| On a plane bound for the sun
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| With a guitar and a suitcase and a face
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| In a photograph
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| Oooh, ooh ooh ooh
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| Yes I’ll be leaving in the morning
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| On a plane bound for the sun |