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...In Person
The Light is On
Music and Lyrics by David Ippolito
All the ways you found to put her down for so many years.
Pretenders, like you, love the dark,
But, somethin' must of lit a spark,
'Cause yesterday she found a way to walk through her fears.
She dried her tears
When the light came on.
Now, don't waste your breath 'cause she don't care what you got to say.
You can run that game, but what's the use?
She's heard every lame excuse.
So, save that stuff. She's had enough of livin' that way,
Because today
The light is on.
You think you'll win if you just keep tryin'.
But, she's so wise to your act it's not a fact that needs provin'.
The simple way to tell that you're lyin'
Is that your lips are movin'.
After the calculatin' and manipulatin' you've done,
You wonder how the hell she's come so far
To see you as you really are,
A tiny spider livin' in the web that you've spun.
Better run.
'Cause the light is on.
Although you think you're the ideal man,
She knows that you're one of those who sees the low road and takes it.
And now, all she wants is a real man,
Not some boy who fakes it.
But, if you wanna keep that lie alive then listen to me.
Don't be a fool who moans and begs.
Just leave with your tail between your legs.
She's findin' out what love's about... how good it can be.
The woman's free.
And the light is on
She's finally free.
The light is on.

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