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.
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It's Such A Long Way Home
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| Chris De Burgh |
