I recall the fleeting glimpse of light
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That smiled across a sky of darkest grey
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And a summer dress of cotton
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Gently moved in fields of green
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I tiptoed silently
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I tried to hear what she may say
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You must follow,
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You must follow
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What good is love that never sees the flame
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What good a re grey clouds that never turn to rain
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I doesn't matter
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She says no-one turns away
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And always chase your wildest dream
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Just to hear what she may say
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You must follow
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Oh you must follow
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What good is love that never sees the flame
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What good a re grey clouds that never turn to rain
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I doesn't matter
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She says no-one turns away
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And always chase you wildest dream
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Just to hear what she may say
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You must follow
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Oh you must follow
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Yeah you've got to follow
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You must follow
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Oh you must follow
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You Must Follow
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| Chris Rea |
