| 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 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 |