Leaving London

With a dark and rolling sea

Between my love and me

I keep walking thru this cold hard town

While i wait for better days

I could use a place to stay

Or a floor where I could lay my blanket down

If I could beg, steal, or borrow

A ticket on some boat or plane

I'd be leaving London tomorrow

To fly to my young love again

Up at dawn to change my shirt

And to wash away the dirt

Then it's over to American Express

Not one letter did I find

No, she didn't send one line

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