Lyrics L.A. Plane - Cher
Seven
thousand
miles
to
Paris
Nine
hundred
miles
to
Rome
And
I'm
goin'
every
mile
to
find
My
piece
of
mind
at
home
This
infatuatio
is
driving
me
insane
To
make
my
reservation
On
the
next
L.A.
plane
Make
me
high,
make
me
sane
Get
me
aboard
that
L.A.
plane
I'm
tired
of
the
pouring
rain
Get
me
safe,
get
me
warm
Get
me
a
Southern
California
morning
Where
I
was
born,
boy
I'm
coming
I'm
coming
home
to
you
He
look
so
fine
in
Europe
On
all
the
posters
and
the
brochures
I
thought
they
promised
something
more
Than
what
was
mine
and
yours
Well
I
was
looking
for
excitement
On
every
boat
and
train
But
all
I
saw
were
unfamiliar
faces
in
the
rain
Get
me
high,
get
me
sane
Get
me
aboard
that
L.A.
plane
I'm
tired
of
this
pouring
rain
I'm
tired
of
just
passing
through
Get
me
safe,
get
me
warm
Get
me
a
Southern
California
morning
Where
I
was
born,
babe
I'm
coming
I'm
coming
home
to
you
And
now
nothing
look
better
in
my
mind
Than
your
warm
and
loving
face
And
all
these
miles
have
taught
me
That
your
loved
can't
be
replaced
Get
me
high,
get
me
sane
Get
me
aboard
that
L.A.
plane
I'm
tired
of
this
pouring
rain
I'm
tired
of
just
passing
through
Get
me
safe,
get
me
warm
Get
me
a
Southern
California
morning
Where
I
was
born,
babe
I'm
coming
I'm
coming
home
to
you
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