| There’s a plane, it’s headed for London
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| Twenty-four hours more and he’ll be on it
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| And I can’t show my love, and I can’t stop it Ooh, I can’t stop it There’s a house there, somebody’s waiting
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| Somebody else’s arms will wrap around him
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| And in that moment what will he think then…
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| When I can’t touch him
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| Maybe my love could fly over the ocean
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| Maybe my heart should try to leave him alone
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| All that I really know is that he’s goin'
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| Too far from Texas
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| Too close to home
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| In a room just outside of Houston
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| That’s where I spend my nights trying to get through to him
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| He says he’s comin' back in every letter…
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| But he might never
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| No he might never
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| Does he know how long
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| I’ve waited for this love to come
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| Does he know I’m holdin' on And that won’t change no matter where he’s gone
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| Couldn’t I, couldn’t I wait
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| Couldn’t he, couldn’t he stay one more day |