She's standing here outside my door
Already I'm so lonesome I could cry.
Leaving on the transport
Don't think she'll ever be back again.
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll think of me
Hold me like you'll never let me go.
Cause I'm leaving on the transport
Don't think I'll ever see you again
Oh, Sun I hate to see you go.
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