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She's a little lighthouse when she |
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Opens up her huge eyes |
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And streams of diamonds shoot out |
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'Til we're wading waist deep |
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In her brilliant love |
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She's a little lighthouse when she |
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Opens up her red mouth |
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And gold word ribbons rope and rodeo |
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The dark clouds in bouquet above |
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For how long will this dark age last? |
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For how long must we wait to learn? |
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Across the black and fossil ocean vast |
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I spy love and she doth brightly burn |
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Love sure lives in the right house |
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She's a little lighthouse when she |
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Opens up her huge mind and |
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Thoughts descending spears of crystal |
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Build a Jacob's ladder up to love |
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She's a little lighthouse |
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When she opens up her red dress |
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Show skin of rubber marble |
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Lit by knowledge and the fireflies above |
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And can others see this splendid beam? |
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Or do they navigate in dark? |
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If you ever want to dock your dream |
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Well you'll need love |
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To guide your fragile ark |
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Love sure keeps a bright house |
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She's a little lighthouse |
