| First its the spark and then its the flame
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| Then its swinging round round lamposts in the rain
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| Well then its that feeling that you, you just can’t shake
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| That your life’s about to start and you just can’t wait
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| First its the spark and then its the flame
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| Then its getting blood drunk in the middle of the day
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| And though it’s a comma in a full stops place
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| It’s that wherever I go I see your face
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| And though I’ll die busking
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| I’m gonna love you, I’m gonna love you now
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| Let the light in, let the light in
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| Let the light in, let the light in
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| Let the light in, let the light in
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| Let the light in, let the light in
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| First it was fun now it’s fireworks
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| Well so bright and so harsh that they’ll make your eyes hurt
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| Oh it’s the circles of smoke from your cigaret
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| Oh it’s the beating of drums in the back of your chest
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| Ooohhh yeeaaahhhh…
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| Though I’ll die busking
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| I’m gonna love you, I’m going to love you now
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| Let the light in, let the light in
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| Let the light in, let the light in
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| Let the light in, let the light in
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| Let the light in, let the light in
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| Let the light in, let the light in
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| Let the light in, let the light in
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| Let the light in, let the light in
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| Let the light in, let the light in |