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