Dull as dirt, you can't assert
The kind of light that might
Persuade a strict dictator to retire
Fire the army, teach the poor origami
The truth is in, the proof is when
You hear your heart start asking, "What's my motivation'"

And try as you may, there isn't a way
To explain the kind of change
That would make an Eskimo renounce fur
That would make a vegetarian barbecue hamster
Unless you can trace this about face
To a certain sign

SHINE
MAKE 'EM WONDER WHAT YOU'VE GOT
MAKE 'EM WISH THAT THEY WERE NOT
ON THE OUTSIDE LOOKING BORED
SHINE
LET IT SHINE BEFORE ALL MEN
LET 'EM SEE GOOD WORKS AND THEN
LET 'EM GLORIFY THE LORD

Out of the shaker and onto the plate
It isn't Karma, it sure ain't fate
That would make a Deadhead sell his van
That would make a schizophrenic turn in his crayon
Oprah freaks and science seeks a rationale
That shall excuse this strange behavior

When you let it shine you will inspire
The kind of entire turnaround
That would make a bouncer take ballet
Even bouncers who aren't happy
But out of the glare with nowhere to turn
You ain't gonna learn it on "What's My Line'"

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