| I stand on the tallest building
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| And stare down at the grey runway
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| And the tail-smoke of the Boeing jet
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| That’s taking you so far away
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| Believe me, I don’t want you to leave me;
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| Look in my eyes and you’ll see them
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| Filled with pain
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| Imagine just how sad I’ll be
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| In some future day when I turn
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| And no longer see your face
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| All I can now cry is goodbye, love, goodbye
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| In a week, in a month, in a year
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| In a lifetime how I’ll feel none can tell
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| All I know is now you’re going
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| There’s really no-one here to help
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| Believe me, I don’t want you to leave me;
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| Look in my eyes and you’ll see them
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| Filled with pain
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| Imagine just how sad I’ll be
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| In some future day when I turn
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| And no longer see your face
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| All I can now cry is goodbye, love, goodbye
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| Already it’s too late, you’re through the boarding-gate
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| And walking on the tarmac
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| Already you are free, already you’ve left me
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| And cannot bear to look back, can you?
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| A brief taxi on the runway
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| Then up into the stilling night sky;
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| And I’m standing on the observation tower
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| My eyes too dimmed by distance to cry
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| Believe me, I don’t want you to leave me;
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| Look in my eyes and you’ll see them
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| Filled with pain
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| Imagine just how sad I’ll be
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| In some future day when I turn
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| And no longer see your face
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| All I can now do is walk away alone
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| Without you |