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In The Long Run
She writes him a letter to see how he's doing
She's stopped up for words on a pen she keeps chewing
The light from the window flows through her graying hair
The pen on the page is the proof that she still does care
'Cause in the long run the story's told
And in the long run the young grow very, very old
He sits in the park in the dark by his favourite tree
His mind is all lost in a haze of how things used to be
She carried him so far but then had to let him go
He wanted one more chance at least to let her know
'Cause in the long run the heat grows cold
And in the long run the young grow very, very old
He doesn't do much now, just sits by the window light
His hair is so long and his unshaven face so white
His heart feels a part of the breeze that is blowing outside
His eyes now see magic around him at most times
'Cause in the long run the story's told
And in the long run the young grow very, very old
She walks in the morning, it's best before seven
It's that time of day that seems closest to heaven
She finds herself dancing and singing songs out loud
Songs from her childhood suddenly come around
'Cause in the long run the farm gets sold
And in the long run the young grow very, very old
He's ready to go now, he's done with his living
He's gone where he's going, he gave what he's giving
The thousand and one times, he (said?) before dinner
The thousand and two times, (their lives?) growing thinner
'Cause in the long run the story's told
And in the long run the young grow very, very old
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And in the long run the young grow very, very old
'Cause in the long run the story's told
The thousand and two times, (their lives?) growing thinner
The thousand and one times, he (said?) before dinner
He's gone where he's going, he gave what he's giving
He's ready to go now, he's done with his living
And in the long run the young grow very, very old
'Cause in the long run the farm gets sold
Songs from her childhood suddenly come around
She finds herself dancing and singing songs out loud
It's that time of day that seems closest to heaven
She walks in the morning, it's best before seven
And in the long run the young grow very, very old
'Cause in the long run the story's told
His eyes now see magic around him at most times
His heart feels a part of the breeze that is blowing outside
His hair is so long and his unshaven face so white
He doesn't do much now, just sits by the window light
And in the long run the young grow very, very old
'Cause in the long run the heat grows cold
He wanted one more chance at least to let her know
She carried him so far but then had to let him go
His mind is all lost in a haze of how things used to be
He sits in the park in the dark by his favourite tree
And in the long run the young grow very, very old
'Cause in the long run the story's told
The pen on the page is the proof that she still does care
The light from the window flows through her graying hair
She's stopped up for words on a pen she keeps chewing
She writes him a letter to see how he's doing
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| kn 6he Lkng 5un |
| kIn 6The 5Run |
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| 8n ghe L9ng fun |
| 8In gThe L9ong fRun |
| I8n Tghe Lo9ng Rfun |
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| uIn rThe L0ong eRun |
| Iun Trhe Lo0ng Reun |
| Inn Llng Ruun |
| I Te Llong Rn |
| In Teh Lolng Rnu |
| Im Tje Ling Rhn |
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| Imn Tjhe Liong Rhun |
| Inm Thje Loing Ruhn |
| Ih Tue Lonng R7n |
| Ihn Tuhe Log R7un |
| Inh Thue Logn Ru7n |
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