| San Francisco morning coming clear and cold
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| Don’t know if I’m waking or I’m dreaming
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| Riding with Fats Waller on the Super Chief
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| He said, «Music's real, the rest is seeming»
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| Oh, deep pain
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| Feelings that won’t go away
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| Left the sound of his soul in the air
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| I can hear it out there and I know
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| They left those soul shadows
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| On my mind, on my mind, on my mind
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| They left a soul shadow
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| On my mind, on my mind, on my mind
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| Standing by the window as the fog rolls in I swear I can hear a far off music
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| Jelly Roll is playing down in Storyville
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| And Satchmo is wailing in Chicago
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| You ought to heard 'em play
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| Feelings that won’t go away
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| Left the sound of their souls in the air
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| I can hear it out there and I know
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| They left those soul shadows
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| On my mind, on my mind, on my mind
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| They left a soul shadow
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| On my mind, on my mind, on my mind |