In light of all I've learned so far
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I don't believe I'm so strange
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In spite of all this time I spend
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Calling the air by a name
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When the first light comes over the trees
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He will be singing with me
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And if I feel like singing alone
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He always leave me be
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I'm shaking my shadow hand
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As the sun moves round the bend
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With an imaginary man
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And we'll make believe around and around again
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There's a man walkinbg around in the night
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A lantern in his hand
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Looking all around, searching in vain
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For an honest man
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In my little world of make-believe
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I talk to myself or my friend
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If real life comes tempting me
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I'll go back in my room again
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I'm shaking my shadow hand
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As the sun moves round the bend
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With an imaginary man
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And we'll make believe around and around again
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So nice to pretend, think I'll do it again
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No cards to send, no torn heart to mend
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A little imagination and then
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A world of fantasy with my friends
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I'm shaking my shadow hand
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As the sun moves round the bend
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With an imaginary man
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And we'll make believe around and around again
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Shadow Hand
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| Bruce Hornsby |
