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There’s a liDght, ea certain kind of light,
Gthat never shone on meD.
CI want my life to beD​
to live with yoAu, to live with yGou.

There’s Da eway, everybody says
Gto do each and every little Dthing,
Cbut what good does it Dbring,
if I ain’t got you, Aoh, I ain’t got you G...

Baby, yoDu don’t know what it’s liAke,
baby, yGou don’t know what it’s liDke,
to love someboAdy, to love somebGody,
the way I loDve you.

In my mind DI esee your face again,
GI know my frame of Dmind.
CYou ain’t got to be so Dblind,
and I’m blind, Aso very Gblind.

I’m a man, Dcan’t eyou see what I am?
GI live and I breathe for Dyou.
CBut what good does it Ddo,
if I ain’t got Ayou, oh, I ain’t got Gyou?

Baby, yoDu don’t know what it’s liAke,
baby, yGou don’t know what it’s liDke,
to love someboAdy, to love somebGody,
the way I loDve you.