| I never cared much for moonlit skies,
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| Never winked back at fireflies,
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| But now that the stars are in your eyes
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| I’m beginning to see the light.
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| I never went in for afterglow,
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| Or candlelight on the mistletoe,
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| But now when you turn the lamp down low
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| I’m beginning to see the light.
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| I used to ramble through the park
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| Shadow boxing in the dark
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| Then you came and caused the spark
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| That’s a four-alarm fire, now.
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| I never made love by lantern shine,
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| I never saw rainbows in my wine,
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| But now that your lips are burning mine
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| I’m beginning to see the light.
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| I never cared much for moonlit skies,
|
| I never winked back at fireflies,
|
| But now that the stars are in your eyes
|
| I’m beginning to see the light.
|
| I never went in for afterglow,
|
| Or candlelight on the mistletoe,
|
| But now when you turn the lamp down low
|
| I’m beginning to see the light.
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| You know I used to ramble through the park
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| Shadow boxing in the dark
|
| Then you came and lit that spark
|
| That’s a four-alarm fire, now
|
| I never made love by lantern shine,
|
| I never saw rainbows in my wine,
|
| But now that your lips are burning mine
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| I’m beginning to see the light. |