| Whenever i collapse, whenever i fold in your arms,
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| that’s when i know i’m holding you.
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| Holding you within my grasp.
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| Whenever i feel trapped, held by the inescapable,
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| i try to put my mind at ease, protect the heart worn on my sleeve.
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| That’s when i feel brand new.
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| I’m looking on the brite side.
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| I’ve got my visuals.
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| I’m looking on the brite side.
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| My 20/20's true.
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| I’m looking on the brite side.
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| That’s when i know it’s you.
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| You.
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| Whenever i’m in red a guardian angel’s flying round my head.
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| I feel your touch warm as red’s embarrassment, innocence' blush.
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| That’s when i feel brand new.
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| I’m looking on the brite side.
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| I’ve got my visuals.
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| I’m looking on the brite side.
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| My 20/20's true.
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| I’m looking on the brite side.
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| That’s when i know it’s you.
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| You.
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| You.
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| Whenever i’m in bed i see myself in wide-screen love scenes close-up.
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| I’m holding you, holding you.
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| We’re wrapped in blue.
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| I’m looking on the brite side |