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Sitting in the airport loungeI'm waiting for a planeEverything is groundedFor the fog is down againI should be leaving in the morningOn a flight for SingaporeWith a guitar and a suitcase and a faceIn a photographDozing with a coffee and a drooping cigaretAnd the dog eared Sunday supplementAnd still I can't forgetI should be leaving in a morningOn a plane bound for the sunWith a guitar and a suitcase and a faceIn a photographThe hands on the clockTUrn around and aroundDragging past the hours'Till the dawing of the dayAnd the girl in informationWith her eyes on half the nationShe's turning with a smile to break the newsLetras de cancionesI cannot quite believe itBut I thought I heard her say"The customs all have woken upThe fog is on it's way"So I'll be leaving in the morningOn a plane bound for the sunWith a guitar and a suitcase and a faceIn a photographYes, I'll be leaving in the morningOn a plane bound for the sun From Letras Mania