| 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 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 Virginia
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| 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 Virginia
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| Back to the places I know
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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 Virginia
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| Back to the faces of home
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| Long days, come alive
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| I face the trail of Old Lonesome Pine
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| 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 I’ve been
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| Know where I’ve been
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| I know where I am right now |