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CaddCome on, let me say the Ctrip has just beFgan We're Caddflying to the clouds Cnear to the Fsun And Dif there's anyone you left down on the Gmground On the Cway back home they'll still be there to Ffind
We're going to the places you've never been before Ten thousand miles away or maybe more You will see the things you'll never see again And in the end of it, it's hard to leave a friend
Well, I Bsee your face and I Gmnotice that you Dmsmile Well, I Bnotice that you Gmsmile instead of Dmcry Well, you're Bright, my friend, than Gmlisten for a Dmwhile 'cos Gmaybe you're not coming back aCgain
Talking to the people you've never told before Walking down on streets of which you've never ever thought Swimming in the sea, lying, taking sun Well, I hope you come back home, Mr. Brown Well, I see your face and I notice that you smile... Fasten your seatbelts and, please, do not smoke In twenty minutes we're landing, that is not a joke 'cos if the angels gone wrong, we'll be set on fire And to stand on ground again is our desire