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F G/e
VERSE 1: dull as dirt, you can't assert the kind of light that might
Am Am/g
persuade a strict dictator to retire fire the army, teach the poor
F G
origami. The truth is in, the proof is when you hear your heart
C
start asking, What's my motivation?
F G/e
and try as you may, there isn't a way to explain the kind of change
Am Am/g
that would make an eskimo renounce fur, that would make a vegetarian
F G
barbecue hamster unless you can trace this about-face to a certain sign.
C F
CHORUS: Shine, make em wonder what you've got, make em wish that they
C F C
were not, on the outside looking bored. Shine, let it shine before all
F C F
men, let em see good works and then, let em glorify the lord.
F G/e
VERSE 2: out of the shaker and onto the plate, it isn't karma, it sure
Am
ain't fate that would make a deadhead sell his van, that would make a
Am/g F
schizophrenic turn in his crayons. Oprah freaks, and science seeks a
G C
rationale that shall excuse this strange behavior.
F G/e
when you let it shine, you will inspire the kind of entire turnaround
Am Am/g
that would make a bouncer take ballet (even bouncers who aren't happy)
F G
but out of the glare, with nowhere to turn, you ain't gonna learn it
on "What's My Line?"
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