If I ever feel the light again,
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Shining down on me,
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I don't have to tell you,
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How welcome it would be,
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I felt the light before,
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But I let it slip away,
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An' I just keep on believing,
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That it'll come back someday.
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It's not the spotlight,
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It's not the candlelight,
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Its not the streetlight,
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But some old street of dreams,
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It ain't the moonlight,
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Not even the sunlight,
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But I've seen it shining in your eyes,
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And you know what I mean.
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Sometimes I try to tell myself,
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The light was never real,
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Just a fantasy that used to be,
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The way I used to feel,
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But you and I know better,
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Even though it's been so long,
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Now if your memory really serves you well,
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You'll never tell me no wrong.
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It's not the spotlight,
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It's not the candlelight,
|
Its not the streetlight,
|
Its some old street of dreams,
|
It ain't the moonlight,
|
Not even the sunlight,
|
But I've seen it shining in your eyes,
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And you know what I mean.
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So if I ever feel the light again,
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Shining down on me,
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I won't have tell you how,
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Welcome it would be,
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I felt the light before,
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But I let it slip away,
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I just live for believing,
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That it'll come back someday,
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It's not the spotlight,
|
It's not the candlelight,
|
Its not the streetlight,
|
Its some old street of dreams,
|
It ain't the moonlight,
|
Not even the sunlight,
|
But I've seen it shining in your eyes,
|
And you know what I mean,
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But I've seen it shining in your eyes,
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And you know what I mean.
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It's Not the Spotlight
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| Beth Orton |
