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Rosie Rushton

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Home’s a stone throw away if I only learn to throw a little harder.

We’re just as close now you and me but it seems the journeys they are longer. 

You can call and I won’t be there in five, 

But I’ll be sure to make it home for tea. 

You can shout and I won’t hear you shouting, 

But shout loud enough and you’ll get through to me. 

And we might be stuck on motorways on broken trains with more delays, 

But I am coming home to you. 

You can call and I won’t be there in ten, but I’ll be there when I got time.

There’s no more nights of staying up real late, of playing cards and drinking wine. 

Least not for a while now, ‘til I can make it home to you

Least not for a while now, seems the journey’s long overdue.

I am on my way. 

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Gonna throw a little harder, walk a little longer, drive a litter farther 

I am on my way. 

Gonna throw a little harder, walk a little longer, drive a little farther. 

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'cause home’s not where you live, 

It’s not some castle or four-walled sanctuary. 

But it’s the people you have known, and I am coming home. 

Gonna throw a little harder, walk a little longer, drive a little farther. 

I’m coming home.