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I never cared much for moonlit skies |
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I never winked back at fireflies |
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But now that the stars are in your eyes |
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I'm beginning to see the light |
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I never went in for afterglow |
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Or candle light on the mistletoe |
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But now when you turn the lamp down low |
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I'm beginning to see the light |
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I used to ramble through the park |
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Shadow boxing in the dark |
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Then you came and caused a spark |
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That's a four-alarm fire now |
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I never made love by lantern shine |
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I never saw rainbows in my wine |
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But now that your lips are burning mine |
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I'm beginning to see the light |
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I never went in for afterglow |
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Or candle light on the mistletoe |
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But when you turn the lamp down low |
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I'm beginning to see the light |
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I used to ramble through the park |
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Shadow boxing in the dark |
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Then you came and caused a spark |
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That's a four-alarm fire now |
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I never made love by lantern shine |
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I never saw rainbows in my wine |
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But now that your lips are burning mine |
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I'm beginning to see the light |
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I used to ramble through the park |
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Shadow boxing in the dark |
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Then you came and caused a spark |
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That's a four-alarm fire now |
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I never made love by lantern shine |
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I never saw rainbows in my wine |
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But now that your lips are burning mine |
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I'm beginning, oh, |
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I'm beginning |
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I'm beginning to see the light, ooh, that light |
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I'm beginning to see the light |
