It¡¯s been two long years since I started on this road
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longing for that place I call my home
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and in the battlefield, in the sun, and in the sand
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I will never forget my home land
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It¡¯s a long road, and you¡¯re waiting at the gates for me
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Standing on this battle ground, I see my Father before
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carrying the cross I should have bore
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so for him I will run the race marked out before me
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The Long Road
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