| The light that we believe in
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| Is like a gift misfortune brings
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| And like the rest of what you’ve giving me
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| I don’t need those backstreet things
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| I don’t want your backstreet loving
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| And I don’t need your side street blues
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| I’ve got more than my share of my ways
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| I’ve got more than I can use
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| I hear life is a journey
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| That leads to love somewhere
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| But if it’s love that you’ve been showing me
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| It ain’t worth the thorough fare
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| I don’t want your backstreet loving
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| And I don’t need your side street blues
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| I’ve got more than my share of problems
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| I’ve got more than I can use
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| For the road of good intentions
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| They say is paved with sweet brit bread
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| And since the day you comforted me with dreams
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| Ain’t it worth that’s come true yet
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| I don’t want your backstreet loving
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| And I don’t need your side street blues
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| I’ve got more than my share of memories
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| I’ve got more than I can use
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| I got more, more than I can use
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| More, more than I can use
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| More than I can use
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| More than I can use
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| More than I can use |