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By Winwood Steve, My girl white in a yellow lightLooks so goodAnd it
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By Winwood Steve, Midnight comes and the devil's looseWhat you want? He's got
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By Winwood Steve, She bathes me in sweetness I cannot revealFor sharing dreams
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By Winwood Steve, You hold your broken heart outAnd you say it just
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By Winwood Steve, Come out and dance with me, darling, on that funky
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By Winwood Steve, Steve Winwood/Will JenningsHear the night music playing?Don't you know what
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By Winwood Steve, I can feel the music deep down inside of meWhen
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By Winwood Steve, Keep on talking all you want Well you don't waste
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By Winwood Steve, Help me angelPlant my feet a little higherHelp me angelI've
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By Winwood Steve, Turn around every way, looking back another dayThe race is
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By Winwood Steve, I can't stand the pain of loveWhen you get all
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By Winwood Steve, It brings a tear to my eye when I begin
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By Winwood Steve, Had a dream last night, the angels had come ridingIn
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By Winwood Steve, We had the stars-they kept shiningWhere they led us we
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By Winwood Steve, Last night, the night before (jump back, baby, jump back)Twenty
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By Winwood Steve, I can't believe she's going I said please show me
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By Winwood Steve, Out of the night burning with lightTrain shining black, I
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By Winwood Steve, In the sky, light is coming, so glad we all
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By Winwood Steve, So much going on out there, leaves us hanging in
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By Winwood Steve, All over the night, the beat goes onCan you hear
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By Winwood Steve, Lips that are as warm could beLips that speak too
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By Winwood Steve, Go down babe a slot machine to take my dimeCunning
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By Winwood Steve, Baby's eyes - feel them looking at meRealize what I
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By Winwood Steve, Shouldn't have took more than you gaveWouldn't be in this
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By Winwood Steve, Sundown coming down too soon, no time to be aloneSo
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By Winwood Steve, Here's to gamblersWho hold to the gameThrough the hard timesThey
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By Winwood Steve, High above the heat of a summer New York streetAn
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By Winwood Steve, While there is time Let's go out and feel everything
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By Winwood Steve, You meet every kind of person moving toward the morning
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By Winwood Steve, There's a river pouringFrom a pure and a crystal streamAnd