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Does it get lonely in the day |
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All by yourself in this big old place |
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Do you ever come out and play |
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Scream out loud or walk the stage |
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And maybe you are looking down tonight |
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Maybe you can see |
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Burning like an old spotlight |
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Shining down on me |
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Oh it must be great |
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To have this enormous estate |
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Rebecca, do you think it's fate |
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That brought me here onto your stage |
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And you always played it by heart |
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Like a patron saint, a patron of the arts |
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Was it ever hard to justify it |
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To someone else, or to yourself |
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Rebecca, I know you understand |
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Why I write these songs |
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Rebecca, I overheard the plan |
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But I don't know what happens when you're gone |
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And whether |
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I write three chords |
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Or a symphony |
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At least I'm gonna try to leave behind |
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Some kind of legacy |
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So Rebecca, if you're looking down tonight |
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Then maybe you can see |
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Burning like an old spot light |
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This legacy left behind |
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And maybe you are looking down tonight |
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Maybe you can see |
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Burning like an old spotlight |
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Shining down, on me |
