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Here I stand, my angelWith a three quartz broken heartYou said the grass was greenerYou knew that from the startIt's the last trip to my baby's arms tonightGot my bread from the bakerTwo-bit crusty rollSang my song to the saviorAnd down the road I goIt's the last trip to my baby's arms tonightAny day now, see me walkingHear me knocking on your front doorCatch a bus, catch a trainCatch a plane, it's all the sameIt's the last trip to my baby's arms tonightDreaming of her waysHer caressing, my obsessingShe made me cryAs I walk along, find myself smilingI'm about to lose my broken heartOn the last trip to my baby's arms tonight From Letras Mania