Bruce Hornsby - The Long Race

<!-- Page Code:QnJ1Y2UgSG9ybnNieSAtiFRoZSBMb25niFJhY2Ug --> it's a hazy winter's day and i'm staring out on the southland in the twilight distance on the bay my mind sees you running through the marshland all these years i've been waiting for you through high tides and the low tides too but if i stop now how could i ever be with you? it's a long long race if i try i will surely
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