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As I reach for a peach, slide a ride down behind a chauffeur in San Tropez
Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand
Riding a wave in the wake of an old sedan
Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness
Scratched by the sand that fell from my love
Keeping my dreams and I still hear her calling
If you're alone, I'll come home
Backward and homebound, a pigeon, a dove
Gone with the wind, the rain on an airplane
Owning a home with no silver spoon
I'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon
Sooner than wait for a break in the weather
I'll gather my far-flung thoughts together
Speeding away on the wind to a new day
If you're alone, I'll come home
And I pause for a while by a country style
And listen to the things they say
Digging the gold in a hole in my hand
Hoping the good, take a look at the way things end
And you're leading me down to a place by the sea
I hear your soft voice calling to me
Making a date for Rita Pavone
If you're alone, I'll come home
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