| In the streetlight while I’m walking
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| I hear voices, someone talking
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| When I listen, no affection
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| Something missing, no direction
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| Ooh… every moment
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| We have wasted, there is nothing
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| Ooh… in the distance
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| Through the wreckage, I hear something
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| Oh… love is calling
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| Oh… love is calling me home
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| On the way home through the raindrops
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| Up the stairway, to the rooftop
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| There’s a silence getting louder
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| It’s just another day without her
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| Ooh… I’m a stranger
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| Under neon, never knowing
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| Ooh… in the distance
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| There’s a river, and it’s flowing
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| Oh… love is calling
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| Oh… love is calling me home
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| In the firelight, by the fountain
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| In the desert, on the mountain
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| There’s a lost one, someone reach him
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| There’s a last one, someone teach him
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| Oh… love is calling
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| Oh… love is calling me home
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| Oh… love is calling
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| Oh… love is calling me home |