| No more sleaze ball, funky, low down, skunky juke joints
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| Where the drinks are knee deep on the floor
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| And the clientele is posed and angry
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| And the pretty girls are whores
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| Who gild the lily, and more’s the pity
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| If you really want to live a life of passion
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| If you really want to dance your life away
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| There’s a place I really got to show you
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| It’s down in the alley, really hid away
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| (treat me) Soul City, Soul City
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| Peace for the wicked
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| Life for the living in Soul City
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| It’s a way on down the street
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| I found it once before
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| Even though I have the keys
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| I still can’t always find the door
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| It can be tricky
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| Might have to pick it Soul, Soul, Soul, Soul City
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| Soul, Soul, Soul, Soul City
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| The girls are witty
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| The boys are pretty
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| There’s a girl who’s dancing with my conscience
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| While the DJ’s playing with my heart
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| On the screen are my recriminations
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| While I’m singing I’m still praying hard
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| Soul City, Soul City
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| Peace for the wicked
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| Food for the spirit in Soul City
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| Soul City, Soul City
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| Come down there with me Come down there with me |