(Farrar/Best)
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The stairs are dark and silent
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The morning cold and gray
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A last look at the things I knew
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And slowly turn away
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And as I watch the scenery unwind
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My childhood slips a hundred miles behind
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Leave the bus in Houston
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Walk around the town
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But all the strange, unfriendly faces
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Seem to get me down
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And in the park where little children play
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I sit and watch the dying of the day
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I'm a small and lonely light
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A bird that's lost in flight
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And it's too late at night to go home
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I'm a tall and weary kite
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A face that's out of sight
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And it's too late at night to go home
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Always had the good life
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Never felt unsure
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But now the good life's not enough
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There must be something more
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And so I sit and shiver in the dawn
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And watch the world and wait to be reborn
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I'm a small and lonely light
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A bird that's lost in flight
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And it's too late at night to go home
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I'm a tall and weary kite
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A face that's out of sight
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And it's too late at night to go home
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Too late at night to go home
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But I've talked too long my friend
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I'm A Small And Lonely Light
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| Olivia Newton-John |
