(McNabb)
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My friend and I, were talking one evening,
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Beside some burning wood,
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Trading tales of places we came upon,
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When the times were good,
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Spoke of a girl he viewed like no other,
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Whom he had come to know, I swallowed hard and listened intently,
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Resigned beside the glow...
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Always there, it's standing proudly,
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When all else falls down,
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It's all around you, didn't it find you,
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When you said you couldn't be found,
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Chorus: When love calls me, I will be running swiftly,
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To find out,
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Just what all the fuss is all about,
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Unrelentless, deep in the strangest feelings,
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Believe me,
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Love is full of wonderful colour...
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I insist that you pick the wrong one,
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To preach your theories to,
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Simmer down, we'll run for a reason,
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To see what faith can do,
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Love is a beacon, on the horizon,
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Watch when you touch down,
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Reality finds you fumbling for reasons,
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when the chance comes 'round
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Repeat Chorus
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Take my confidence to guide you,
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Through the fallen hope inside you,
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Love is full of wonderful colour
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Love Is A Wonderful Colour
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