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Another summer day has come and gone away, in Paris and Rome, but I want to go home. Maybe surrounded by a million people, I still feel all alone, just want to go home. Oh, I miss you, you know.  And I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you. They each were a line or two: 'I'm fine baby, how are you?'. I would send them but I know that it's just not enough. My words were cold and flat and you deserve more than that. Another airplane, another sunny place. I'm lucky, I know, but I want to go home. I got to go home. Let me go home... I'm just too far from where you are, I want to come home. And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life. It's like I just stepped outside when everything was going right. And I know just why you could not come along with me. Couse this was not your dream, but you always believed in me.

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