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You tell me it's sadness. You tell me it's true. I still can't get round this, This thing with you. All over it fills me. This thing we call life. You fill me with madness. You leave me with strife. And still we can't conquer, The love that we feel. It keeps spinning round, This great big wheel. So now you tell me, Just light the way through. Brighten the path, For me and you. You've set the agenda, You know where we are. Still we can't get there, It's just to far. So just light it up, Light up the way. Bring sunshine to darkness, Make a new day. So light up the way in, Light up my skin. Light up my sadness. Let's begin again.
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