| LEAVING LONDON
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| (Tom Paxton)
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| With a dark and rolling sea
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| Between my love and me I keep walking thru this cold hard town
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| While i wait for better days
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| I could use a place to stay
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| Or a floor where I could lay my blanket down
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| If I could beg, steal, or borrow
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| A ticket on some boat or plane
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| I’d be leaving London tomorrow
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| To fly to my young love again
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| Up at dawn to change my shirt
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| And to wash away the dirt
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| Then it’s over to American Express
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| Not one letter did I find
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| No, she didn’t send one line
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| Though I know she had my forwarding address
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| Last night the Troubadour
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| Was so full they barred the door
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| And I sang a song she knows quite well
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| But it wouldn’t take too long
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| To make up another song
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| For a lonesome and a last farewell
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| Copyright Tom Paxton
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| filename[ LEAVLOND
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| SF
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