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If I ever feel the light again |
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Shining down on me |
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I don't have to tell you |
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How welcome it would be |
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I felt the light before |
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But I let it slip away |
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An' I just keep on believing |
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That it'll come back someday |
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It's not the spotlight |
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It's not the candlelight |
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Its not the streetlights |
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Or some old street of dreams |
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It ain't the moonlight |
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Not even the sunlight |
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But I've seen it shining in your eyes |
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And you know what I mean |
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Sometimes I try to tell myself |
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The light was never real |
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Just a fantasy that used to be |
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The way I used to feel |
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But you and I know better |
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Even though it's been so long |
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Now if your memory really serves you well |
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You'll never tell me no wrong |
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It's not the spotlight |
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It's not the candlelight |
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It's not the streetlights |
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Or some old street of dreams |
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It ain't the moonlight |
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Not even the sunlight |
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But I've seen it shining in your eyes |
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And you know what I mean |
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So if I ever feel the light again |
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Shining down on me |
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I won't have tell you |
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How welcome it would be |
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I felt the light before |
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But I let it slip away |
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I just live for believing |
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That it'll come back someday |
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It's not the spotlight |
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It's not the candlelight |
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It's not the streetlights |
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Some old street of dreams |
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It ain't the moonlight |
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Not even the sunlight |
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But I've seen it shining in your eyes |
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And you know what I mean |
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Yeah, I've seen it shining in your eyes |
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And you know what I mean |