| He’s got a lo-fi soul, he won’t let me go
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| Black and white with a hint of gold
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| Tells me things that I oughta know
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| I’ve got a lo-fi soul, or so I’ve been told
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| Taken back by the days of old
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| Sending chills right to my bones
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| He’s got a lo-fi soul
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| Ooo, I knew love would feel so old
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| Don’t worry, baby, it’s a good thing
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| I know that you know
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| The way that you move, well, it speaks to me
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| It sings to me, it swings with me
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| And it’s all that I need
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| It started out with just one glance
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| And quiet gazes, soon enough we finish each others phrases
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| We just met, yet I’ve loved you life times before
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| Familiar feelings, ooo, how I adore
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| He’s got a lo-fi soul, he won’t let me go
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| Black and white with a hint of gold
|
| Tells me things that I oughta know
|
| I’ve got a lo-fi soul, or so I’ve been told
|
| Taken back by the days of old
|
| Sending chills right to my bones
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| He’s got a lo-fi soul
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| He’s got a lo-fi soul, sending chills right to my bones
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| There’s something about a little mystery
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| That keeps me questioning how far back we go in history
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| Victorian houses or life on seas
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| You never know how many times we’ve spoke of nights like these
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| It started out with just one glance
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| And quiet gazes, soon enough we finish each others phrases
|
| We just met, yet I’ve loved you life times before
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| Familiar feelings, ooo, how I adore
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| He likes, he likes, my type, my type
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| And I like, I like, what he likes, he likes
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| He likes, he likes, my type, my type
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| And I like, I like, what he likes, he likes
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| He’s got a lo-fi soul, he won’t let me go
|
| Black and white with a hint of gold
|
| Tells me things that I oughta know
|
| I’ve got a lo-fi soul, or so I’ve been told
|
| Taken back by the days of old
|
| Sending chills right to my bones
|
| He’s got a lo-fi soul
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| He’s got a lo-fi soul, sending chills right to my bones |