Standing on the shoulders of the morning
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You can see the moon
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That lonely sickle scrapes the sky
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And it's rising on the widow's peak
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Of the afternoon
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And it's a long way home
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Ashtrays are graveyards for the cigarettes you smoke
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Second-hand spirits rise from the filter
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Headed for heaven but they
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Stop at the ceiling
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And into the walls they soak
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And it's a long way home
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I caught you looking at yourself
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Who could blame you?
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I was looking at you to
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Baby, all the things you are afraid of
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Are not afraid of you
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And it's a long way home
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Long Way Home
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Tunde |