| It’s a long shadow that follows me
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| It’s the end of a day that promises me
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| That I will see, oh I will see
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| The morning
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| It’s a quiet room that calls my name
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| It gives me something, takes my shame
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| So I can sing, oh I can sing
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| 'Til morning
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| My mother had a painter’s hand
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| It’s not 'til now I understand
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| How she could paint through the night
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| 'Til morning
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| But now her ghost, it beckons me
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| To carry sounds across the sea
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| And I won’t stop, oh I won’t stop
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| 'Til morning
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| It’s a long shadow
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| From where I stand
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| All along, I did follow
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| All the long, I was there
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| It’s a gravel road that leads me home
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| A place where safe is all I’ve known
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| 'Til I went down, stepped down
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| Against their mornings
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| To be alone and in the wild
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| Like a tree, like a child
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| It gave me strength to fight through
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| To the morning
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| It’s a long shadow
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| From where I stand
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| All along, I did follow
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| All the long, I was there
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| It’s a long shadow
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| All the long, I was there |