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If I ever feel the light again |
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Shining down on me |
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I won'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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And I just live if I believe in |
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That it'll come back someday |
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It ain't the spotlight |
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It ain't the candlelight |
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It ain't the streetlights |
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Of 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 just isn't real |
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It's 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 too 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 ain't the spotlight |
|
It ain't the candlelight |
|
It ain't the streetlights |
|
Of some old street of dreams |
|
It ain't the moonlight |
|
Not even the sunlight |
|
But I've seen it shining in your eyes |
|
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 |
|
I won't have to tell you |
|
How welcome it would be |
|
I felt the light before |
|
But I let it slip away |
|
And I just live if I believe in |
|
That it'll come back someday |
|
It ain't the spotlight |
|
It ain't the candlelight |
|
It ain't the streetlights |
|
Of some old street of dreams |
|
It ain't the sunlight |
|
Not even the moonlight |
|
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 |
