| From the top of a church on a hill
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| To the tip of a dragonfly wing
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| From the shine off a hood of cab
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| To a shimmering diamond within on a ring
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| That was worn through two world wars
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| From a smile that soars though its old and worn
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| And two blue eyes forever seem uncold
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| The sun is always blinding me with her light
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| The day is always hiding behind the night
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| And wanting everybody to be alright
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| Go on blinding me with her light
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| From the glare of a red traffic light
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| To the blur of a bicycle wheel
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| From the flare of a camera lense
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| To a fluorescent light that ignites and displays
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| Someone leaving a goodbye note
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| From a pen made of steel and reflection of hope
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| And it took some words to serenade him so The sun is always blinding me with her light
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| The day is always hiding behind the night
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| And wanting everybody will be alright
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| Go on blinding me with her light
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| From a fire that burns in the darkest well
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| Of a cave so enslaved
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| I can hear her yell, I can tell
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| This bird just wants to be free
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| So set her free
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| And if this world should ever leave you cold
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| The sun is always blinding me with her light
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| The day is always hiding behind the night
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| And wanting everybody to be alright
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| Go on blinding me with her light
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| The sun is always blinding me with her light
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| The day is always hiding behind the night
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| And wanting everybody to be alright
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| Go on blinding me with her light |