| There’s a light,
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| a certain kind of light
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| that never shone on me.
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| I want my life to be, lived with you.
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| lived with you.
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| And there’s a way, ev’rybody says,
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| to do each and ev’ry little thing.
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| But what good does it mean
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| if I ain’t got you, if ain’t got you?
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| 'Cause you don’t know what it’s like
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| you don’t know what it’s like
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| to love somebody,
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| to love somebody
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| the way I love you.
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| In my brains
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| I see your face again;
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| I know my frame of mind
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| You ain’t got to be so blind
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| I’m blind, so very very blind
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| I’m a man,
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| can’t you see what I am?
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| I live and breath for you
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| But what good does this do if he ain’t got you, if he ain’t got you?
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| 'cause you don’t know what it’s like, baby,
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| you don’t know what it’s like
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| to love somebody,
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| to love somebody
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| the way I love you
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| 'cause you don’t know what it’s like, baby,
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| you don’t know what it’s like
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| to love somebody,
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| to love somebody
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| the way I love you
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| Ooh yeah
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| Ooh yeah
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| Oh baby
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| you don’t know what it’s like
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| you never never know what it’s like
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| to love somebody,
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| to love somebody
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| the way I love you, |