When he passes me by
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He's a ray of light
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Like the first drop of sun
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From the sky
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And I knows he's a king
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Who deserves a queen
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But I'm is not a queen
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And he doesn't see me
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When he dances
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He moves him to a smile
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And I sees everything
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In him shine
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There's a grace in his ways
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That I can't contain
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I haven't that grace
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Oh, I haven't that grace
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And the closer he gets
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I can't help but hide
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So ashamed
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Of my body and voice
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There are boundaries
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We pass in spite of the war
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But our own
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We can't seem to cross
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She has a way that surrounds her
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So delicate
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With a glory that reigns in her life
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She is also so much that she is not
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These things, I can't see
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Because he doesn't see me
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And he doesn't see me
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There are things we can change
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If we just choose to fight
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But the walls of injustice are high
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When he passes me by
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He's a ray of light
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Like the first drop of sun
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From the sky
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And he knows she's a king
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Who deserves a queen
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Someone other than me
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Different from me
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He doesn't see me
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He doesn't see me
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He doesn't see me
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He Doesn't See Me
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Sarah Brightman |