(Music: Carl Wilson, lyrics: Myrna Smith)
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My nights were getting better
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Without a lover
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The feeling of peace I had
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All by myself
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Free to fill my space with
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Things I really wanted
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Giving no excuses I even had my own place
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Had my own place
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Those long nights
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Those bright lights
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Those carefree days
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Those long nights
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Those bright lights
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I tell you I got it made
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Never ever realized that I was lonely
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'Cause working on the road can be
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It can be an escape
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Dinner in a one night stop
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Just meet me in the hall
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Take a number in my black book
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And promise to call, promise to call
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Those long nights
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Those bright lights
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Those carefree days
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Those long nights
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Those bright lights
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I tell you I got it made
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Then I saw a bright face
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Lit by a candle
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Sitting in the bar alone
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She filled the whole place
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The magic of her presence
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Who could walk up to her
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Who would ever dare to give
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This woman-child a chase
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Thought my nights were getting better
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Just living by myself
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But I got hooked this time
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Now we got our own place
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We got our own place
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Those long nights
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Those bright lights
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Those carefree days
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Those long nights
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Those bright lights
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I tell you I got it made
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And I love those long nights
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Bright Lights
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| Carl Wilson |
