| Oh the last bus has gone
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| Or maybe I’m wrong
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| It just doesn’t exist
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| And the words that flew
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| 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 I rehearse all the right things to say
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| I’ll be home, 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
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| 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 Shanks’s 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 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 |