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Sitting by the window of this broken-down hotel, |
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Trying to write a letter just to show you that I'm well, |
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But I've been watching all the people as they cross the marketplace, |
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And though there really is no reason, I've been looking for your face, |
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It's such a long way home, |
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It's such a long way home; |
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It's such a long way; |
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Standing by the aeroplane she held me in her arms, |
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And then she whispered "oh dear lord don't let him come to any harm" |
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And as we turned to fly away I saw her standing on her own, |
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It seemed her hand was waving not goodbye but "please come home", |
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It's such a long way home, |
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It's such a long way home, |
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It's such a long way; |
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Oh so many people have to travel away, |
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From the ones that they love and they need, |
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But I want to tell you that all your life, |
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You can depend on me; |
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Far away a saxophone lingers on a tune, |
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And it's the kind of song that someone wrote for lovers and a moon, |
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And as the band begins to play it, with a shock I realize, |
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That it's a song we sang together and it nearly makes me cry, |
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It's such a long way home, |
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It's such a long way home, |
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It's such a long way home |
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It's such a long way, yes, such a long way home. |
