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I didn't just pull into town. |
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This happened right before my eyes. |
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There's something missing in the sound, |
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That so used to satisfy. |
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It may rock, it may roll, but tell me |
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Whatever happened to your soul? |
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It's just a murky, jerky groove. |
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It motivates but it don't move |
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And all the pimps and funky divas |
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Crank out their empty testifying |
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They mixed it all in a bowl but then they |
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Forgot to add a pinch of soul |
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Tell me, whatever happened to soul, brother? |
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Tell me, what did they do with the soul, soul brother? |
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Tell me, where did they go with the soul, brother? |
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Can I get a witness? |
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We're only here to entertain |
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And just pretend to be in pain |
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And if you wanna see me get down |
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Just watch me wave my hands around |
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It's just a distraction |
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I'm told, |
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I use it To hide my total lack of soul |
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Can't find a little a bit of soul |
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Cause it's so hip to be a ho |
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And all the brothers act like crooks |
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And all the kids in the suburbs write the radio hooks |
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And if you want to be a star |
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Just grab your crotch and squeeze it hard |
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And make your mom and daddy proud |
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As you dry hump for the crowd |
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It may be tired and old, but then it's |
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Your only substitute for soul |
