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Give me a ticket for an aeroplane. Ain?t got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I?m a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter
I don?t care how much money I gotta spend. I got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone, I?m a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter
Well she wrote me a letter, said she couldn?t live without me no more
Listen Mister can?t you see I got to get back to my baby once more
Anyway Yeah
Give me a ticket for an aeroplane. Ain?t got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I?m a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter
I don?t care how much money I gotta spend. I got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone, I?m a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter
Well she wrote me a letter, said she couldn?t live without me no more
Listen Mister can?t you see I got to get back to my baby once more
Anyway Yeah
Give me a ticket for an aeroplane. Ain?t got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I?m a going home, my Baby just wrote me a letter
My Baby just wrote me a letter
I don?t care how much money I spend
Got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone (Lonely days are gone) I?m a going home
My baby just wrote me a letter
My baby wrote me a letter
My baby wrote me a letter
Lonely days are gone
I?m a going home
My baby just wrote me a letter
Give me a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain?t got the time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I?m a going home
My baby just wrote me a letter
(My baby just wrote me a letter)
I don?t care how much money I got to spend
Got to get back to my baby again
Lonely days are gone, I?m a going home
My baby just wrote me a letter
My baby just wrote me a letter
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