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Oh, the last bus has gone |
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Or maybe I'm wrong, it just doesn't exist |
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And the words that flew between me and you |
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I must be crossed off your list |
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So I'm walking the long miles home |
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I don't mind losing you |
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In fact I feel better each step of the way |
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In the dark, |
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I rehearse all the right things to say |
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I'll be home, |
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I'll be sober by break of day |
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Walking the long miles home |
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Not a soul is around |
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As I put more ground, between me and you |
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And the whole town's asleep |
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Or maybe they're deep in the old voulez vous |
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So I'm walking the long miles home |
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And I don't mind losing you |
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Got the moon there for company, each step of the way |
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And the rhythm in my shoes keep the blues all away |
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When you ride |
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Shanks' Pony, you don't have to pay |
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Walking the long miles home |
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Oh, the party was grand |
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But I hadn't quite planned on staying so long |
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And while you accused me |
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The hours confused me and my friends had all gone |
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So I'm walking the long miles home |
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And I don't mind losing you |
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Ah, there's nobody out but the cop on the beat |
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He's snoring so loud, |
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I don't hear my feet |
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I just laugh to myself and move off down the street |
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Walking the long miles home |
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I'm walking the long miles home |
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Oh, walking the long miles home |
