the taxi's waiting he's blowin his horn
already i'm so lonesome i could die
so
hold me like you'll never let me go
cause you're leaving on a jetplane
don't know when you'll be back again
There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing
(Prasetya Alumni XVII)
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