| Can you believe it,
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| I’ve won no medals
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| In this love game.
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| I’ve been resting on my laurels,
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| I’m a bad loser,
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| I’m a yard off my pace.
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| I smell rubber
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| And I soon discover
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| That you’re gone for good.
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| My indiscretions
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| Made a bad impression,
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| Guess I was misunderstood.
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| I thought you needed my lovin',
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| But it’s my heart that you stole.
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| I thought you wanted my money,
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| But you plundered my soul.
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| (Plundered my soul)
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| I started askin' around,
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| But your friends'
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| Pretty lips were sealed.
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| I wrote a letter
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| Full of trite confessions
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| About wounds that heal.
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| I heard some gossip,
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| You’d become an alcoholic,
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| You were dryin' out.
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| So I phoned every clinic
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| In the Yellow Pages,
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| Not a trace I found.
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| I thought you needed my lovin',
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| But it’s my heart that you stole.
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| I thought you wanted my money,
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| But you plundered my soul.
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| (Plundered my soul)
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| I hate quittin',
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| But I’m close to admittin'
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| I’m a sorry case.
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| But on quiet reflection,
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| My sad rejection’s
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| Not a total disgrace.
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| But I do miss your quick repartee
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| And the smile
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| That lights up your face.
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| You’ll be a hard act to follow,
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| A bitter pill to swallow,
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| You’ll be tough, you’ll be tough to replace.
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| I thought you wanted my lovin',
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| But it’s my heart that you stole.
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| You were a trick up my sleeve,
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| My ace in the hole.
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| I thought you wanted my money,
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| But you plundered my soul.
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| Oh, plundered my soul
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| Oh yeah (plundered my soul)
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| You plundered my soul
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| Yeah, yeah (plundered my soul)
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| Oh, yes, yes, yes you, baby
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| (Plundered my soul) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Plundered My Soul , by - The Rolling Stones. Song from the album Exile On Main St., in the genre Иностранный рок