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Brighton, Brighton |
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All your lights are shining |
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Lead me out to the sea |
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I'll be flying, flying |
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Over the lights of Brighton |
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Just want a place to be |
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With a carousels and mirror lights |
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A music box that plays all night |
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A melody to hold you tight |
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And walk you to your door |
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Kiss your cheek and nothing more |
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Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin |
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Brighton, Brighton |
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All your lights are shining |
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Lead me out to the sea |
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I'll be flying, flying |
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Over the lights of Brighton |
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Just want a place to be |
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Where seagulls sore |
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They dip and spike |
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And spin out of the darkest sky |
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A blanket of sweet moonlight |
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To fall along the shore |
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A silouhette and nothing more |
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Brighton, Brighton |
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All your lights are shining |
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Lead me out to the sea |
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I'll be flying, flying |
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Over the lights of Brighton |
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Give me a place to be |
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Just want a place to be |
