| If I ever feel the light again shinin’down on me
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| I don’t have to tell you what a welcome it will be I felt the light before but I let it slip away
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| But I still keep on believin’that it’ll come back some day
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| It’s not the spotlight
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| And it’s not the camera light
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| And it’s not the streetlight of some old street of dreams
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| It ain’t the moonlight
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| Not even the sunlight
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| But I’ve seen it shining in your eyes
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| And you know what I mean
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| Sometimes I try to tell myself the light was never real
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| Just a fantasy that used to be the way I used to feel
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| But you and I know better now
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| Even though it’s been so long
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| If your memory really server you well
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| You’ll never tell me that I’m wrong
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| It’s not the spotlight
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| And it’s not the camera light
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| And it’s not the streetlight of some old street of dreams
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| It ain’t the moonlight
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| Not even the sunlight
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| But I’ve seen it shining in your eyes
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| And you know what I mean
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| If I ever feel the light again things will have to change
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| Names and faces homes and places will have to be rearranged
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| And you can help it come about
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| If your’re ever so inclined
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| Ain’t no rhyme or reason
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| Why a woman can’t change her mind
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| It’s not the spotlight
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| And it’s not the camera light
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| And it’s not the streetlight of some old street of dreams
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| It ain’t the moonlight
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| Not even the sunlight
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| But I’ve seen it shining in your eyes
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| And you know what I mean |