so maybe you're standing
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in some foreign town
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you've walked for miles
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till the heat slows you down
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and your jeans and your curls
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are bleached and split
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and your money and your anger
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are all used up
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maybe i'm sorry
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about the light in this place
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makes my heart seem cold
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as the words on these pages
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maybe i'm reminded
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by a shop window display or a decoration
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like some church candle that might just burn
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'cause we're dancing under chandeliers and i'm telling you
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caught in the headlights and i'm yelling it at you
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why is it girl when the world is lit by lightning
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that i keep telling you that i love you
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so you're ten miles out
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of this city at night
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when do coloured lights
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become paint and glass and dust
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and how i wonder
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what light to trust
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the light of the distance
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or the candle that might just burn
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'cause we're dancing under chandeliers and i'm telling you
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caught in the headlights and i'm yelling it at you
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why is it girl when the world is lit by lightning
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that i keep telling you that i love you
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seraphim and cherubim
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skies full of gold dust
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moonshine and starlight
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pockets full of rainbows
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windows and mirrored balls
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porcelain and silverlake
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dance hall neons flash and swing
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blow out your candles
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it will call you angel
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angel
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angel
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when the world knows your name
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dancing under chandeliers and i'm telling you
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caught in the headlights and i'm yelling it at you
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why is it girl when the world is lit by lightning
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that i keep telling you that i love you
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i love you
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i love you
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'cause we're dancing under chandeliers and i'm telling you
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caught in the headlights and i'm yelling it at you
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why is it girl when the world is lit by lightning
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that i keep telling you that i love you
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The World Is Lit By Lightning
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| Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross |
