| Things grow to such unusual heights
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| It’s a strange effect
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| To watch a life under lights
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| I walk along the city street
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| I choose the quiet times
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| I walk with you
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| And feel you here beside me
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| Under lights you may grow pale
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| But there is nourishment
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| There are people whose attention
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| Is on you and you alone
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| I think they may need you
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| That’s why they come on nights
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| To watch you working under lights
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| Under lights under lights
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| To see you working under lights
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| We show some incredible sights
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| It’s a strange career
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| To live this life under lights
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| I stay inside the house by day
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| I keep the curtains closed
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| I talk to you
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| And feel you here beside me
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| Under lights you may grow pale
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| But there is nourishment
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| There are people whose attention
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| Is on you and you alone
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| I think they need us
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| That’s why they come on nights
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| To watch us working under lights
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| Under lights under lights
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| See us working under lights
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| Under lights
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| Under lights you may grow pale
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| But there is nourishment
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| There are people whose attention
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| Is on you and you alone |