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You need a little light in your life, |
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A safety net so you're not so blind. |
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Like hidden torches in the paper rounds of old, |
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And magazines so gently thumbed by landing lights. |
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When you were young as the radio would talk you off to sleep. |
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Although the arcades shine bright, they don't have the glow of the city lights |
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As they long to guide you home from time to time. |
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Neon lights and screaching times |
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Swarm like moths to pier fires on the stretch about a mile from home. |
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It seems a millon miles away as we were are walking in the gaze |
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Of the green eyed monster on the banks of waterloo |
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Although the arcades shine bright, they don't have the glow of the city lights |
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And they long to guide you home, you've got to |
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Get out of this place, get out of this place, |
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Get out of this place, while your still alive Sam |
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Take some time then soon repress the thoughts of walks in dungeness |
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And the lighthouse keeper as he keeps the boats at bay, |
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Remembering this little light that shines in westcliff park Drive, |
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A suburban lighthouse when you need to feel safe. |
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The city tonight does not feel as warm as those winter fires |
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And its good to be home from time to time. |
