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        F                                           G/E
VERSE 1: dull as dirt, you can't assert the kind of light that might 
                  Am                             Am/G
persuade a strict dictator to retire fire the army, teach the poor
              F                                            G
origami.  The truth is in, the proof is when you hear your heart
                            C
start asking, What's my motivation?


     F                                    G/E
and try as you may, there isn't a way to explain the kind of change 
                 Am                                   Am/G
that would make an eskimo renounce fur, that would make a vegetarian 
                 F                                G
barbecue hamster unless you can trace this about-face to a certain sign.


          C                                 F                   
CHORUS:  Shine, make em wonder what you've got, make em wish that they
      C                            F      C
were not, on the outside looking bored.  Shine, let it shine before all
 F                                C                        F
men,  let em see good works and then, let em glorify the lord.


        F                                               G/E
VERSE 2: out of the shaker and onto the plate, it isn't karma, it sure
                              Am                            
ain't fate that would make a deadhead sell his van, that would make a
Am/G                                 F 
schizophrenic turn in his crayons.  Oprah freaks, and science seeks a
 G                                        C
rationale that shall excuse this strange behavior.


          F                                           G/E
when you let it shine, you will inspire the kind of entire turnaround
                    Am                         Am/G
that would make a bouncer take ballet (even bouncers who aren't happy)
     F                                                        G
but out of the glare, with nowhere to turn, you ain't gonna learn it


on "What's My Line?"


(chorus)