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Long days, come alive |
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I take it in through my eyes |
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Long days of paper tigers |
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They ate all the words of the wise |
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Now my spirit and bones take me |
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Straight to a fork in the road |
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Now my spirit and bones take me |
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Somewhere |
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I've never known |
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And if I face indecision |
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Don't let me face it alone |
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Just take me straight to |
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Virginia Back to the faces of home |
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Long days, fade away |
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I take it in through my eyes |
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Sometimes survival's the milestone |
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Electrified like a lightning tree |
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Take these spirit and bones |
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And catapult from the ground |
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What doesn't throw you or burn you |
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Will surely turn you around |
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But if I face indecision |
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Don't let me face it alone |
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Just take me straight to |
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Virginia Back to the places |
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I know And if |
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I face indecision |
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Don't let me face it alone |
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Just take me straight to |
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Virginia Back to the faces of home |
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Long days, come alive |
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I face the trail of |
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Old Lonesome |
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Pine I catch a glimpse, flickers of brilliance |
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Straight ahead for what's left behind |
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Long days, fade away |
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I hope to see them again |
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Sometimes survival's the milestone |
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I may get lost |
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But I will know where |
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I've been |
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Know where |
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I've been |
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I know where |
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I am right now |
