| Hope that the light will come along
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| In darkest hours I will fold
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| Come to me doesn’t matter, say you’ll be home
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| Let me feel you all mine, clips to my being
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| You dance alone, you don’t think about tomorrow
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| You won’t come by, you’re always on your way
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| I should just dance alone beside you,
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| Dance around I could
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| So I won’t feel alone again, ooh
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| Hope that the light will come along
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| In darkest hours I will fold
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| Come to me doesn’t matter, say you’ll be home
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| Let me feel you all mine, clips to my being
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| This summer’s waste, but we will have each other
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| Don’t ask me why we act this way!
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| We’re pulling up the beat, make it better
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| So we won’t feel alone again, ooh
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| Hope that the light will come along
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| In darkest hours I will fold
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| Come to me doesn’t matter, say you’ll be home
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| Let me feel you all mine, clips to my being
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| I hope that the light will come along
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| In darkest hours I will fold. |