People speak your name
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And think what a shame you're gone
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Still they know
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What you've left behind
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Lives in our hearts and minds
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Today and tomorrow
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The clouds of darkness came your way
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You've given us a brighter day
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And your music will be
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So very, very special to me
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Sometimes wealth and fame
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Whispered, "Play my game"
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But you, yes, you refused to
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Genius touched your soul
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Fortune not your gold
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God's gift is what changed you
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A voice like silk would weave your spell
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And words of life, oh, only you tell
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And your music is gonna be
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Very, very special to me
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In life's fleeting glance
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You have met the chance to give
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All they can't
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And though short you stayed
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Before you went away with them
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Now you stand
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Listening to your sounds of joy
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I think one shot, ghetto boy
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And your music will always be
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So very, very special to me
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Said I love you, Donny
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And you're gonna always be
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Very, very, very special to me
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Gonna miss one shot, little ghetto boy
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This is a song for you
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Said I love you, Donny, and I miss you, Donny
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You're gonna always be a friend to me
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Miss you, Donny
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Yeah, I miss you, Donny
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Song For Donny
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| The Whispers |
