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There's a soul man |
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And he's shuffling in my head |
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He lives ah he lived ah he live ah he's living |
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And I'm never going to grow old wishing |
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Could have my time again |
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He shuffle with the gypsy lady in my dreams |
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And she screams with her hips when he kiss her oh so |
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Something when he moves doesn't have to move much |
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But he does it with such gentle tenderness. |
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I'm singing |
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Young men stomping in the bullpen |
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Looking for some good zen |
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Often to do the dumb things |
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Looking for some a-ah-ah-amen |
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There's a soul man listening to the soul tamb |
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Playing in his right hand now he found his own sound |
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And it's okay |
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He never speak for-the-sake-of-speaking |
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Doesn't talk all-that-talking no he doesn't say nothing |
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Til he got something to say |
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He shuffle with the gypsy lady in my dreams |
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And she screams with her hips when he kiss her oh so |
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Something got me singing oh |
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I never never |
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Never gonna |
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Grow old wishing |
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Could have my time again |
