When she passes him by
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She's a ray of light
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Like the first drop of sun
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From the sky
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And he knows she's a queen
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Who deserves a king
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But he is not a king
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And she doesn't see him
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When she dances
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She moves him to a smile
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He sees everything
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Near her shine
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There's a grace in her ways
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That he can't contain
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He has not that grace
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Oh, he has not that grace
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And the closer he gets
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He can't help but hide
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So ashamed
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Of his body and voice
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There are boundaries
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We pass in spite of the war
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But our own
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We can't seem to cross
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He has a way that surrounds him
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So delicate
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With a glory that reigns in his life
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He is also so much that he is not
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These things they don't see
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And she doesn't see him
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Oh-oh-oh...
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And she doesn't see him
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There are things we can change
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If we just choose to fight
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But the walls of injustice are high
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When she passes him by
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She's a ray of light
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Like the first drop of sun
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From the sky
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And he knows she's a queen
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Who deserves a king
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Someone other than him
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So different from him
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Oh-oh-oh...
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She doesn't see him
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Oh-oh-oh...
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She doesn't see him
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She doesn't see him
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She Doesn't See Him
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| Sarah Brightman |
