| This man’s a child, this man is old
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| Sometimes he’s mild, sometimes he’s bold
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| This man I love sometimes in spite
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| Of wishing he’d stick to his guns
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| Or abandon the fight
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| But when he shines, oh when he shines
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| When he shines, he shines so bright
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| Sometimes a tramp, sometimes a dude
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| He changes color just like a chameleon
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| Can sense the mood
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| This man’s a tune, it’s not easy to write
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| This man’s a moon in the morning and the sun out at night
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| But when he shines, oh when he shines
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| When he shines, he shines so bright
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| This is a gentle man, this man is strong
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| This temperamental man plays me along
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| But when he shines, yes when he shines
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| When he shines, he shines so bright
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| Darting from shadows into the light
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| This emotional man in perpetual flight
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| Shine, shine, this shining man |