Long Way Home

Popa Chubby

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    Flew into Paris town
    Got off the plane
    and I kissed the ground
    Like the Pope I thanked a God
    I wasn't sure could hear me
    Made my way to a telephone
    Called you up you were not at home
    Quit the call and faced the wall
    So I can think more clearly
    Then the fog cleared from my mind
    I had to mourn the love I left behind
    I felt the pain, I felt the strain,
    I felt the rain

    And it's a long way there
    when you don't know
    Where you're going
    It's a long way home
    when you don't know
    where you've been
    It's all televised, telephoned,
    ill communicated
    Talked about, fought about,
    sometimes just imaginated
    Baby, it's a long way home..Baby, it's a long way home

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    Thought I'd call my old friend
    I found out he had met the end
    Thought I'd cry but I just sighed
    and scratched his name
    from my phone book

    Thought real hard about getting down
    With the white
    and with the brown
    But those works had all been broken
    Before those vows were spoken

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    Composition: Popa Chubby

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