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"The Long Road North" lyrics

Cult Of Luna Lyrics

"The Long Road North"

The red creek carries me home, always
Burying my roots where I can breathe

The heart directs me north, always
Where the sky erupts with colours

A faint song turns into a storm
Calling me back to where I belong

Every field and lake you see
Will forever be a part of me
Birch trees on each side
And the beat of my heart as a guide

The wind whispers my name, always
I let it lead me to where it ends

A faint song turns into a storm
Calling me back to where I belong

Memories cling on
As I walk the long road north


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Writer(s): Andreas Johansson, Thomas Carl Chaminda Hedlund, Johannes Persson, Nils Kihlberg, Kristian Karlsson
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album: "The Long Road North" (2022)
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