From the top of a church on a hill
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To the tip of a dragonfly wing
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From the shine off a hood of cab
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To a shimmering diamond within on a ring
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That was worn through two world wars
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From a smile that soars though its old and worn
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And two blue eyes forever seem uncold
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The sun is always blinding me with her light
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The day is always hiding behind the night
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And wanting everybody to be alright
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Go on blinding me with her light
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From the glare of a red traffic light
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To the blur of a bicycle wheel
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From the flare of a camera lense
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To a fluorescent light that ignites and displays
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Someone leaving a goodbye note
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From a pen made of steel and reflection of hope
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And it took some words to serenade him so
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The sun is always blinding me with her light
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The day is always hiding behind the night
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And wanting everybody will be alright
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Go on blinding me with her light
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From a fire that burns in the darkest well
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Of a cave so enslaved
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I can hear her yell, I can tell
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This bird just wants to be free
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So set her free
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And if this world should ever leave you cold
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The sun is always blinding me with her light
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The day is always hiding behind the night
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And wanting everybody to be alright
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Go on blinding me with her light
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The sun is always blinding me with her light
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The day is always hiding behind the night
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And wanting everybody to be alright
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Go on blinding me with her light
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The Sun Is Always Blinding Me
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| Darren Hayes |
