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VERSE 1:
F                                          G/e
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.

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

VERSE 2:
F                                              G/e
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