| She’s a little lighthouse when she
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| Opens up her huge eyes
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| And streams of diamonds shoot out
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| 'Til we’re wading waist deep in her brilliant love
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| She’s a little lighthouse when she
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| Opens up her red mouth
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| And gold word ribbons rope and rodeo
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| The dark clouds in bouquet above
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| For how long will this dark age last?
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| For how long must we wait to learn?
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| Across the black and fossil ocean vast
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| I spy love and she doth brightly burn
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| Love sure lives in the right house
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| She’s a little lighthouse when she
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| Opens up her huge mind and
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| Thoughts descending spears of crystal
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| Build a Jacob’s ladder up to love
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| She’s a little lighthouse
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| When she opens up her red dress
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| Show skin of rubber marble
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| Lit by knowledge and the fireflies above
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| And can others see this splendid beam?
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| Or do they navigate in dark?
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| If you ever want to dock your dream
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| Well you’ll need love to guide your fragile ark
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| Love sure keeps a bright house
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| She’s a little lighthouse |