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By Rea Chris, Well we come down to the valleyYeh we're looking for
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By Rea Chris, Look deep into the April faceA change has clearly taken
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By Rea Chris, When passion shines her blinding light on youYou know my
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By Rea Chris, A little bit of daylightShines on my pillowIt comes through
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By Rea Chris, I've got my moneyI've got it here in my handO.K.
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By Rea Chris, (4.05)I've been everywhere, looking for an answerI've been in and
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By Rea Chris, Heartbeat, way down on Cove Street;Playing to lady luck, awaiting
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By Rea Chris, Rain, tears of joyTears of painIs this really me?Standing here
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By Rea Chris, Set my sails out on a sunny dayPretty soon I
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By Rea Chris, I can't run, in your eyesThere's no place left to
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By Rea Chris, Wake up see the morning lightThis is youThis is todayYou
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By Rea Chris, (4.49)Oh you've been so longIn the shadows of the big
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By Rea Chris, She gave away all her loveNo reason to keep itShe'd
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By Rea Chris, (4.36)There's a smile on the faces I seeSince I find
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By Rea Chris, Sing a song of love to meAs the shadows start
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By Rea Chris, There'll be no moon tonightAnd the stars won't light the
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By Rea Chris, (4.43)I want to see the blue skyI want to feel
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By Rea Chris, The little girl she said to me"What are these things
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By Rea Chris, Warm winds blowingHeating blue skyAnd a road that goes foreverBeen
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By Rea Chris, At the first bell of the dayThey rise up from
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By Rea Chris, (4.49)My world is miles of endless roadsThat leaves a trail
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By Rea Chris, Time goes by and every single tearIt must have well
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By Rea Chris, Stood still on a highwayI saw a womanBy the side
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By Rea Chris, Well I'm standing by a riverBut the water doesn't flowIt
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By Rea Chris, Standing in the half-lightWondering if he canThere stands the priest
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By Rea Chris, (3.30)Somewhere in this crazy nightWith all this noise, and all
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By Rea Chris, Touch d'amourYours is a sunny dayOf this I'm sureBlowing my
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By Rea Chris, Touché d'amourYours is a sunny dayOf this I'm sureBlowing my
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By Rea Chris, I can see you nowStanding on a street cornerPastel shades,
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By Rea Chris, Ain't it funny howYou never can tellIt always seems to