Bright Lights
Baby, baby, baby
When all your love is gone
Who will save me
From all I'm up against out in this world
Maybe, maybe, maybe
You'll find something
That's enough to please you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You can turn yourself around
And come on home
Yeah, come on home. Soon I hope.
Tuesday, August 26, 2003
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