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