| Once in a while, it crosses my mind
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| That love in this world is so hard to find
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| It may seem to you that I should be satisfied
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| To take what I’ve got and hold this, hold this inside
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| I’ve often been told what money can buy
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| But love can’t be sold, the price is too high
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| You may take my body, wrap me in chains
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| Love in my heart always, always remains
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| But I can’t see the light if my eyes are not open
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| And I know it ain’t right, the road that’s been taken
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| But we’re all here together and there’s just no way off
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| If you’re blinded by the glitter like the flame (Yeah)
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| Flame blinds the moth
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| Ooh
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| Springtime is fine for planting the seeds
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| In summer, life grows, troubled by weeds
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| The autumn grows cool and everyone soon learns
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| That wintertime’s fool, the frost, frost quickly burns
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| But I can’t see the light if my eyes are not open
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| And I know it ain’t right, the road that’s been taken
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| But we’re all here together and there’s just no way off
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| If you’re blinded by the glitter like the flame (Yeah)
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| Flame blinds the moth
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| But I can’t see the light if my eyes are not open
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| And I know it ain’t right, the road that’s been taken
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| But we’re all here together and there’s just no way off
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| If you’re blinded by the glitter like the flame (Yeah)
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| Flame blinds the moth |