i wrote this once before
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long before the summer
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you were then a student
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and we were dark as angels
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we were in the east
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working to the west
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the west was looking south
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and the south she had no pity
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but last night i dreamed
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and you were always in it
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there were hopes and plans and schemes
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and the town was full of winners
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oh brother oh sister
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this changing light
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has lighted things so differently
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has lighted things so differently
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i wrote this once before
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and we were all then working
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we thought we'd stop the flow
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of a cruel and heartless woman
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if i'd known this then
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what would these wings have done
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they'd have beat and flapped and flown
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and not done and not done
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but last night i dreamed
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and you were always in ti
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there were hopes and plans and schemes
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and the town was full of winners
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oh brother oh sister
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this changing light
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has lighted things so differently
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has lighted things so differently
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i wrote it on my hand
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i kept it in the dark
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i never ran it through my hair
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i stuffed it in my pocket
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i wrote this on a journey
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all the way from spain
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where our fellows fought
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and never came back again
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to this changing light
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This Changing Light
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| Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross |
