| If I ever feel the light again shinin' down on me
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| I don’t have to tell you what a welcome it will be
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| I felt the light before, but I let it slip away
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| But I still keep on believin' that it’ll come back some day
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| It’s not the spotlight, it’s not the cam’ra light
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| It’s not the street lights of some old street of dreams
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| It ain’t the moonlight, not even the sunlight
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| But I’ve seen it shinin' in your eyes, an' you know what I mean
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| Some times, I try to tell myself, the light was never real
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| Just a fantasy that used to be, the way I used to feel
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| But you and I know better, even though it’s been so long
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| If your memory really serves you well, you’ll never tell me, no wrong
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| It’s not the spotlight, it’s not the cam’ra light
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| It’s not the streetlights of some old street of dreams
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| It ain’t the moonlight, not even the sunlight
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| But I’ve seen it shinin' in your eyes, an' you know what I mean
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| So 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 would be
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| I felt the light before but I let it slip away
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| But I still keep on believin' that it’ll come back some day
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| It’s not the spotlight, it’s not the cam’ra light
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| It’s not the streetlights, of some old street of dreams
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| It ain’t the moonlight, not even the sunlight
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| But I’ve seen it shinin' in your eyes, an' you know what I mean
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| It’s not the spotlight, it’s ain’t the cam’ra light
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| It’s not the streetlights, of some old street of dreams
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| No, it ain’t the moonlight, never the sunlight
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| But I’ve seen it shinin' in your eyes, an' you know what I mean |