I count the days to myself
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The piled-up longing almost didn’t fit
From the blue I spot the garden
Even from behind the wing
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Mom, look out the window, I’m coming home
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I’m coming home
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I’m coming home
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I’m coming home
No matter how it might look
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I’ll never belong to that city
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The sea of people, the different sun, the concrete hill
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Came from far, from the middle of the sea, the heart
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Of the ocean, I’ve got a whole life
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I walk my path thinking
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To my home, island, peace, Madeira
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If I spell it out word by word
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You’ll never get the pain that shuts me up
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The loneliness haunting the moment I leave
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I carry the calm of knowing I can return
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Mom, look out the window, I’m arriving
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No matter how it might look
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I’ll never belong to that city
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The sea of people, the different sun, the concrete hill
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Doesn’t call me-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
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A sea of people, a different sun, a concrete hill