| In photographs I look so old
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| And the faces around me
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| Tell different stories
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| They want different things
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| Than they did at seventeen
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| Stuck between the longing
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| Early evenings, late night dreams
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| Desperately searching to feel something
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| There’s no problems when you’re young
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| I need what you’ve got to give
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| So give it in spades
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| You’re a shining light
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| When the world’s a palette of grey
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| I need what you’ve got to give
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| So give it in spades
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| You’re a shining light
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| And I’ve always felt that way
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| The slow loud creak over hardwood floor
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| We’d argue about who loved each other more
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| And how we’d never be afraid
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| To know about where this goes
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| To feel about where this leads
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| Give me a reason to feel something
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| There’s no problems when you’re young
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| And I can taste tomorrow on my tongue
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| I need what you’ve got to give
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| So give it in spades
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| You’re a shining light
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| When the world’s a palette of grey
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| I need what you’ve got to give
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| So give it in spades
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| You’re a shining light
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| And I’ve always felt that way
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| Shine on me
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| Shine on me |
| I need what you’ve got to give me
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| Shine on me
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| Shine on me
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| I need what you’ve got to give me
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| Shine on me
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| Shine on me
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| I need what you’ve got to give me
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| Shine on me
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| Shine on me
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| I need what you’ve got to give me
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| I need what you’ve got to give
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| So give it in spades
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| You’re a shining light
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| When the world’s a palette of grey
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| I need what you’ve got to give
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| So give it in spades
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| You’re a shining light
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| And I’ve always felt that way |