O babe I hate to go...
All my bags are packed I'm ready to go 
I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.
But the dawn is breaking it's early morning
The taxi is waiting, he is blowing his horn
Already I'm so lonesome, I could cry
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you wait for me
Hold me like you never let me go
I'm leaving on a jet plane,
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe I hate to go.
~ John Denver, "Leaving on a Jet Plane"
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