Edinburgh on Sunday night, very little happening,
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Nowhere to go
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I looked up from my drink in the Drummon bar
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I saw it was her and my heart was beating so
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Just meeting that girl again did it,
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Made me see what I¡¯d closed off
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I had forgotten what she meant to me
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And how she¡¯d stood by me when things were rough
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She said ¡ìOh baby never sell yourself short
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For me you got it, I got faith in you
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Only way you could lose it you know
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Is if you close off the love that¡¯s in you.¡í
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Trim up your love light, love mine,
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Trim up your love light, love mine,
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Trim it up, trim it up, trim it up
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Trim it up, trim it up, trim it up
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Trim up your love light, love mine
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Let it shine, shine, shine.
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At night I would sing in the Crown bar
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It brought me down, it was emptier day by day
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That darling girl she¡¯d come up behind me
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She¡¯d whisper ¡ìI love you, send your blues away¡í.
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She¡¯d say ¡ìOh baby never sell yourself short
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For me you got it, I got faith in you
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Only way you could lose it you know
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Is if you close off the love that¡¯s in you
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Don¡¯t close it off, don¡¯t close it off.¡í
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Come ten o¡¯clock we moved out to the street
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We looked in each other¡¯s eyes
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We had this special song we used to sing
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Just to keep from crying - it went like this:
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Trim up your love light, love mine,
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Trim up your love light, love mine,
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Trim it up, trim it up, trim it up
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Trim it up, trim it up, trim it up
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Trim up your love light, love mine
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Let it shine, shine, shine.
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Trim Up Your Love Light
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| Mike Heron |
