| She moved so well 'cause she was a dancer
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| She went sliding through my questions
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| Gliding 'round the answer
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| Whatever it was, she knew it was holy
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| And each time I tried to hold her
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| Her smile came sad and slowly
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| She said, «No one knows me.»
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| Could you put your light on please
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| It’s kind of dark tonight
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| And I feel a little lonely
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| Yes, I need a little light
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| Could you put your light on please
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| Let me hear a friendly sound
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| I could make it through 'til morning
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| If you could let your light shine down
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| She had a dream, I had my typewriter
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| While I was hacking out such a heavy world
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| She was weaving one much lighter
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| But I’ll never know just how much it cost her
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| And as I slept beside her
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| Something turned and tossed her
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| And it did till I lost her
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| Could you put your light on please
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| It’s kind of dark tonight
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| And I feel a little lonely
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| Yes, I need a little light
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| Could you put your light on please
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| Let me hear a friendly sound
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| I could make it through 'til morning
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| If you could let your light shine down
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| Bright times were brighter
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| Than they’d ever been before, I tell you
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| Night times were lighter
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| But they’ll never, never be no more
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| Could you put your light on please
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| It’s kind of dark tonight
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| And I feel a little lonely
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| Yes, I need a little light
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| Could you put your light on please
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| Let me hear a friendly sound
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| I could make it through 'til morning
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| If you could let your light shine down |