Written by Lucy Kaplansky
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I like the way you play your songs
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I like the way you sing
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You look so good in colored lights
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And the brilliant spotlight rings
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And up there your eyes are fiery
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And hotter by degree
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But weary and so confused
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When no one else can see
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So you need to feel the fire
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When you feel it start to go
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To feel the heat of all those lights
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Long after the show
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And you need it so much now
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You don't even know
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All the world's a stage to you
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Then where else can you go
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You could come away with me tonight
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I can make it all right
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You don't need a spotlight
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You just need a home
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I want to drive away with you
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Far from New York streets
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And head on a highway
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Where the sky and road still meet
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And the sky out there is bright
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And the moon's about to rise
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It's all there waiting
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If you look into my eyes
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Cause here in the city
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There isn't much to see
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Here in this apartment
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You can hardly breathe
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And the only lights you see tonight
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Are on the ceiling moving slow
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Flashing signs and headlights
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In an eerie neon glow
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You could come away with me tonight
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I can make it all right
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You don't need a spotlight
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You just need a home
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You Just Need A Home
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Lucy Kaplansky |