| You didn’t know where to go
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| Walking around in this flag-waving town
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| I saw you waiting for a train
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| And you disappeared
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| Your face pressed up to the window
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| You went so far away
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| And I want to come there too
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| I want to be with you
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| I’m just waiting until you say these words:
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| «Come back, come back, come back, oh, to me
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| I’m living near Gdańsk
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| There’s a train, you’d be here soon
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| There’s a life for me and you
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| The East means so many things
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| But it could be home, it could be home, it could be home, it could be home
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| For you and me
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| It could be home, it could be home, it could be home, it could be home
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| Come back, come back, come back, oh, to me."
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| And if you’d ever say those words
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| I’d come to you, where you are
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| It’s too hard to be apart
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| The East’s not so far away
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| But it could be home, it could be home, it could be home, it could be home
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| For you and me
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| It could be home, it could be home, it could be home, it could be home
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| Come back, come back, come back
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| Oh, to me |