I only have a short time left
I've got to leave
right about now
Some time close to now
I am going
Got to go
The plane is on its way
The run way's black and the clouds are stacked
Upon heaven's highway
My bags are packed
And I'm ready to fly
So don't you make me stay
One day I'll be back
Unless I'm black
And I'm lost on the return journey
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