Lord, I know,
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How it can ache,
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The place you go,
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Soul at stake.
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In your hotel,
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Oh, you're Lightwell,
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Least you've always got somewhere to go.
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And how you reach,
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Across the map,
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You stretch so far,
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But you never snap.
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In your hotel,
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Oh, you're Lightwell,
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Least you've always got somewhere to go.
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Cause no-ones gonna keep you here,
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Nobody tied you to the pier,
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There's no-one swimming back to land,
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No SOS in the sand,
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And lord, you are the brightest light,
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The brightest light on the horizon.
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Mmhmmm x8
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Lord it hurts, yeah I know that it hurts like hell.
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Lord it hurts, yeah I know that it hurts like hell.
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But you do it so well.
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So if you don't know,
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What I am,
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I'll tell you I am a hologram,
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In your hotel,
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Oh, you're Lightwell,
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Least you've always got somewhere to go.
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Lightwell
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