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Written by dewey bunnell and gerry beckley, ©1975
Found on hearts.
Midnight rolling in, sunlight
Reaching out for your return
As you were running through the tunnel of life
And soon you'll dance around the fire of fright
Tonight
When you're standing on the corner
And the sun is getting hot
Does this day begin to worry you a lot
You are, what you are, too far
Golden star, a ruby light
As you were running through the tunnel of life
And soon you'll dance around the fire of fright
Tonight
When you're standing on the corner
And the sun is getting hot
Does the day begin to worry you a lot |
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