| A stream of light, golden it rolls
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| Picked up beside the side road I took
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| And even when there’s little stare
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| The way is lit beneath the lights
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| So eyes beyond and hold on strong
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| To the distant glow, I’m on my way
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| So trust me to come round for you
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| I’ll be there soon, I’m on my way
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Don’t stop, you know it’s real, your heart
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| Is made of stone
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| So left or right, I’ll turn my wheel
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| Decide my course, I’m on my way
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| Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh whoa
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| So hold on tight and here we go
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| I’m coming for you
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| I’m on my way
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| Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
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| So eyes beyond and hold on strong
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| To the distant glow, I’m on my way
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| So trust me to come round for you
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| I’ll be there soon, I’m on my way
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| Oh, ohh
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| Don’t stop, you know it’s real, your heart
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| Is made of stone
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| Don’t stop, you know it’s real, your heart
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| Is made of stone
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| So left or right, I’ll turn my wheel
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| Decide my course, I’m on my way
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| Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
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| So hold on tight and here I go
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| I’m coming for you
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| I’m on my way
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| Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa |