| 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 |