| You know the night I met you
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| My eyes had been looking for you
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| All over everywhere
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| Over low roads, down highways, and bald deserts
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| You know the night
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| You know the night
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| Your eyes had this same shine about 'em, I noticed
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| And when I first looked through the wild, wayward mist
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| I felt such a warm friendly, cool sunny smile
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| That I wanted to look in your eyes for all time
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| And I felt like you feel
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| When you feel like the angels are curling your hair
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| And you feel like the devil is scratching your heel
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| I just felt like you feel
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| When you feel like the angels are curling your hair
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| And you feel like the devil is scratching your heel
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| Did you feel this way too when I met you?
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| You know the night I first met you
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| Did you look at me and think
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| Here’s this guy who hopes like I hope
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| And sees the same kind of dreams I see
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| 'Cause you wondered, I know
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| If your hopes could find shape
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| In the words that we used there to work back the fog
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| Your hopes and your plans for the good of the people
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| Could all of your hundred and one
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| Dreams just as bright as the sun
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| And all your wants and your hottest desires
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| Find shape in the flow of my talk?
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| You know the night
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| You know the night
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| And if my jellied brain turns to ashes and sand
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| There will still be such night smiles across all the land
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| There will still be such faces meeting here in the dark
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| And there around the corner, or maybe in the park
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| It’s when we meet this way and we look at each other
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| We get a hold of our scattered aims and we bring em'
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| And beat them and wrestle and fight them and heat them
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| And beat them and weld them together
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| Like iron from the valley and fire from the sky
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| Like iron from the valley and fire from the sky
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| Like iron from the valley and fire from the sky
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| This blast furnace heat burns in our people’s eyes
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| You know the night I met you
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| My eyes had been looking for you
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| All over everywhere
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| Over low roads, down highways, and bald deserts
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| And I felt like you feel
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| When you feel like the angels are curling your hair
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| And you feel like the devil is scratching your heel
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| I just felt like you feel
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| When you feel like the angels are curling your hair
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| And you feel like the devil is scratching your heel |