Somewhere in this crazy night
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With all this noise, and all this light
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I'm out upon the crowded street
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I play the game and I keep the beat
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But I'm thinking of you
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And I remember the summer days
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Your strength and yet your gentle ways
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Now I'm back on the crowded street
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Through the darker days I keep the beat
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But I'm thinking of you
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Through all the grey, I see skies of blue
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I close my eyes cause I'm thinking of you
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And I pray to god, that what we had,
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We will have again someday
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So I telephoned to tell you what
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I'd hoped you'd like to hear me say
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I'm thinking of you
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Thinking Of You
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| Chris Rea |
