Daniel is trav'ling tonight on a plane, |
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I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain, |
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oh, and I can see Daniel waving goodbye. |
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God it looks like Daniel, |
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must be the clouds in my eyes. |
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They say Spain is pretty, though I've never been, |
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Well Daniel say it's the best place he's ever seen, |
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Oh and he should know he's been there enough, |
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do you still feel the pain |
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of the scars that won't heal? |
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Daniel is trav'ling tonight on a plane, |
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I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain, |
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oh, and I can see Daniel waving goodbye. |
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God it looks like Daniel, |
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must be the clouds in my eyes. |
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