| This isn’t love
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| It would require too much touching up
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| This isn’t love
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| A word like that just isn’t rough enough
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| And there’s a pair of size sevens k-k-keeping the beat
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| And I’m staring pretty hard but it’s not at her feet
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| She caught my glances and she walked right up my way
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| James Brown is dead
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| So, what’s the point in pretending
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| Any of us still have some kind of soul?
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| Get it our of your head
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| What’s the point in remembering?
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| It’s assured that you’re not breaking the mold
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| James Brown is dead
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| Oh, something I can’t quite find inside myself
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| Love, so I look for it in someone else
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| And there’s a pair of size sevens k-k-keeping the beat
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| I’m staring pretty hard but it’s not at her feet
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| She caught my glances and she walked right up my way
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| And they’re still stuck in my head
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| Every single word she said
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| That breathy jingle
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| James Brown is dead
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| So, what’s the point in pretending
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| Any of us still have some kind of soul?
|
| Get it our of your head
|
| What’s the point in remembering?
|
| It’s assured that you’re not breaking the mold
|
| James Brown is dead
|
| And they’re still stuck in my head
|
| Every single word she said
|
| That breathy jingle
|
| James Brown is dead
|
| So, what’s the point in pretending
|
| Any of us still have some kind of soul?
|
| Get it our of your head
|
| What’s the point in remembering?
|
| It’s assured that you’re not breaking the mold
|
| James Brown is dead
|
| James Brown is dead
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| Get it our of your head |