Another day's at end
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Mama says she's tired again
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No one can even begin to tell her
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I hardly know what to say
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But maybe it's better that way
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If Pop-pa were here I'm sure he'd tell her
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Shannon, is gone I heard
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She's drifting out to sea
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She always loved to swim away
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Maybe she'll find an island with a shaded tree
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Just like the one in our backyard
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Mama tries hard to pretend
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That things will get better again
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Somehow she's keepin' it all inside her
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But finally the tears fill our eyes
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And I know that somewhere tonight
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She knows how much we really miss her
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Shannon, is gone I heard
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She's drifting out to sea
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She always loved to swim away
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Maybe she'll find an island
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With a shaded tree
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Just like the one in our back yard
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Ah, just like the one in our back yard
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Ah....
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Just like the one in our back yard
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Shannon
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| Henry Gross |
