| Raw right down to the apple core
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| Real like the only thing that you can feel
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| Fame like a purpose close to heart
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| And tasty like the finest (?)
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| Soft like the tail of Munkaroo
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| Distant far away in my mind like Timbuktu
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| Tender like a beaten piece of (?)
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| Feeling like usual
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| These are my feelings today
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| I think they might stay
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| Soaking it down to the bone
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| Cause your soul is the soul, soul
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| Raw right down to the apple core
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| Real like only things that you can feel
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| Fame like grandpa’s happy coarse and weary eyes
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| And tasty like the finest, finest treat
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| Soft like the tail of Munkaroo
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| Tender hmmmm, beaten black and black and blue
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| Distant, as far as far as far as far as sure
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| Mama
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| Cause I’m feeling soul
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| Cause I’m feeling soul
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| Cause I’m feeling soul
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| Raw right down to the apple core
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| Real like only things that you can feel
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| Fame like grandpa’s happy coarse and weary eyes
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| And tasty like the finest, finest treat
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| Soft like the tail of Munkaroo
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| Tender hmmmm, beaten black and black and blue
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| Distant, as far as far as far as far as sure
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| Mama
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| Cause I’m feeling soul
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| Feeling soul
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| I’m feeling so soul
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| Raw
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| Real
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| Fame
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| Tasty
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| Soft
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| Tender
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| Distant |