If today was not on a lost highway,
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If tonight was not a crooked tale,
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If tomorrow was not such a long time,
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Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all
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I can't see my reflection in the waters,
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Can't speak the sounds that show no pain
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I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
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Can't remember the sound of my own name
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Yes, and only if my true love was waiting
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And if I could hear his heart softly pounding,
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Only if he was lying by me,
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Then I'd lie in my bed
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Once again
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There's beauty in the summer singing river
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There's beauty in the sunrise in the skies
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But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
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That I remember in my true love's eyes
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Yes, and only if my true love was waiting
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And if I could hear his heart softly pounding,
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Only if he was lying by me,
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Then I'd lie in my bed
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Once again
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Tomorrow Is a Long Time
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Nana Mouskouri |