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