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I took an hundred and ten pictures of you |
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Put them all around me and wondered |
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What to do |
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Like a temple in memory, |
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A shrine in your name |
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To days I don't remember, |
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To nights I can't reclaim |
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I took a part of my life, |
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About eighteen years long |
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Pulled it all to pieces and tried to make a song |
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With a groove you could dance to, a tune you |
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Could hum |
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I sung to my reflection, looking for the one |
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Man sees the boy in his eyes |
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Boy sees the man, singing: |
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Shine on |
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I thought you were gone |
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I thought you gave in |
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Deserted me long ago |
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Shine on |
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You're somebody's son |
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You're laughing again |
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You're letting the feeling grow |
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I took a hold of myself. It's not how I planned |
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Pulled myself together and acted like a man |
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I got a face I must keep up, responsible me |
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I keep it on my shoulders for everyone to see |
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But man sees the boy in his eyes |
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Boy sees the man, singing: |
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Shine on |
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I thought you were gone |
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I thought you gave in |
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Deserted me long ago |
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Shine on |
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You're somebody's son |
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You're laughing again |
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You're letting the feeling grow |
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Letting the feeling grow, |
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Giving the years back to me |
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Letting the whole world know |
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That somebody in there loves me |
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Man sees the boy when he cries |
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Boy sees the man clinging on to him |
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Man sees the boy in his eyes |
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Boy sees the man, singing: |
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Shine on |
