| I’m shaking my shadow hand
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| Shaking my shadow hand
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| In light of all I’ve learned so far
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| I don’t believe I’m so strange
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| In spite of all this time I spend
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| Calling the air by a name
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| When the first light goes over the trees
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| He will be singing with me
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| And if I feel like singing alone
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| He always leaves me be
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| I’m shaking my shadow hand
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| As the sun moves round the bend
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| With an imaginary man
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| And we’ll make believe around and around again
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| I’m shaking my shadow hand
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| There’s a man out walking around in the night
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| A lantern in his hand
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| Looking all around, searching in vain
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| For an honest man
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| In my little world of make-believe
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| I talk to myself or my friend
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| If some real life comes tempting me
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| I’m going back in my room again
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| I’m shaking my shadow hand
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| As the sun moves round the bend
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| With an imaginary man
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| And we’ll make believe around and around again
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| I’m shaking my shadow hand
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| So nice to pretend, think I’ll do it again
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| No cards to send, no torn heart to mend
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| A little imagination and then
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| A world of fantasy with my friend
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| I’m shaking my shadow hand
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| As the sun moves round the bend
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| With an imaginary man
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| And we’ll make believe around and around again
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| I’m shaking my shadow hand
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| As the sun moves round the bend
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| With an imaginary man
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| And we’ll make believe again
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| It’s my shadow hand |