| 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 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 I thought you were gone
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| I thought you gave in Deserted me long ago
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| Shine on 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 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 I thought you were gone
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| I thought you gave in Deserted me long ago
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| Shine on 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 Letting the whole world know
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| that somebody in there loves me 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 |