Like the moon when it loses its luster at dawn
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Like a faithful dog when he senses the end
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Like an old picture of a broken frame
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I've been feeling that way for a long, long time
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Like the day the sun washed away
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Like a song that no one understands
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Like a little boy when left alone
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I've felt that way for a long time
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The soul sings deep, wide
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The soul sings from morning to night
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And when he sings miracles he calls
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Wouldn't it happen to us after all
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The soul sings deep, wide
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The soul sings from morning to night
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And when he sings miracles he calls
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Wouldn't it happen to us after all
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Where did my truth go without shame
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Where did my crying with rage go
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I sang mine sadly a long time ago
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Like a poet living somewhere in the south
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The soul sings deep, wide
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The soul sings from morning to night
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And when he sings miracles he calls
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Wouldn't it happen to us after all
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The soul sings deep, wide
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The soul sings from morning to night
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And when he sings miracles he calls
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Wouldn't it happen to us after all
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The soul sings deep, wide
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The soul sings from morning to night
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And when he sings miracles he calls
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Wouldn't it happen to us after all
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The soul sings deep, wide
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The soul sings from morning to night
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And when he sings miracles he calls
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Wouldn't it happen to us anyway… |