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All her bags are packed.
She's ready to go.
I'm standing here outside her door.
I hate to wake her up to say goodbye.
But the dawn is breaking.
It's early morn.
The bus is waiting.
He's blowing his horn.
Already I'm so lonesome I could die.
gonna miss her while she's in BC. :(
She's ready to go.
I'm standing here outside her door.
I hate to wake her up to say goodbye.
But the dawn is breaking.
It's early morn.
The bus is waiting.
He's blowing his horn.
Already I'm so lonesome I could die.
gonna miss her while she's in BC. :(
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I missed you so much!
I like how that song. . .like made sense for us. :( Thanks for coming out to see me! I can't wait to see you!
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