| He walks like a solider
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| Straight talker, a gold card heavy spender
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| Got a budget and a basket of things to see
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| But that soul for you is in me.
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| He makes you feel older
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| Folks say that he used to date Cinderella
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| Bought you two pairs of glass slippers, baby, just in case
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| But that soul for you is in me
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| It’s gonna be hard for you
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| When I’m there
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| Like a ghost, haunting your headphones, passing through the air
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| It’s gonna be hard for you
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| When I’m gone
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| And every day goes by…
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| I live in my own world
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| Make nothing for money, a daydream hustler
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| Not a loser, but I sure ain’t exemplary
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| And that soul for you it’s in me
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| I ain’t no pretender
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| I maxed-out my gold card when I bought my Fender
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| Baby, all I got is music and groceries
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| And that soul for you, it’s in me
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| Soul is a sign
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| Soul is a sine wave, waving goodbye
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| Goodbye from your heart, back to your mind
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| And every day goes by…
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| Standing you still
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| Soul is a pill
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| Slipped in the «time heals» drink
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| And the wine feels heavenly
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| Hearts don’t trust in minds
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| 'Cause every day goes by… |