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Soul Man
02:51
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Don't have the vison of Spike Lee
Don't have the hand of Da Vinci
Don't have no wings on man
Can't fly like Michael Jordan
I'm just not that kind of guy
Don't have the wisdom of Ghandi
No muscles like Muhammad Ali
Don't have a gangster's heart
Or a platinum rolls to park
I don't have no fancy things
I'm just a Soulman
Listen here baby
I'm not a superman
Not at all
It's just me and my dreams
And despite what it seems
It ain't much but yet it's just enough
Don't have the charm of Denzel's smile
Don't have the cool of Cary Grant's style
Don't have a special mind
Or the genius of Einstein
I'm just not that kind of guy
Don't have the walk of Neil Armstrong
Don't have the power of King Kong, no
Don't have Obama's smarts
Or the will of Rosa Parks
Nor the courage of Mandela
I'm just a Soulman
Listen here baby
I'm not a superman
Not at all
It's just me and my dreams
And despite what it seems
It ain't much but yet it's just enough
Well, I'd love to be just like one of them
Have something special
I know that I'll try the best that I can
But what should I do in the end?
I'm just a Soulman
Listen here baby
I'm not a superman
Not at all (No, no)
It's just me and my dreams
And despite what it seems
It ain't much but yet it's just enough (It is just enough, yeah)
I'm just a Soulman
Listen here baby (No, no, no, no)
I'm not a superman
Not at all
It's just me and my dreams (Aaaaaah)
Yeah-ee-yeah
It ain't much but yet it's just enough
Oh-oh-oo oh
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Live Wire
03:38
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We could fly away to tabletop mountains,
run away to cloudy fields, stay up late into the morning.
Stay up dancing on top of trees.
But you sit around the dining table, dreaming of crossing stormy seas.
Sit around looking for cosmic conversation, but now its time to fight and time's got you on your knees.
Oh, nobody's child. Set your soul on fire.
Oh clear your mind, cause now we're plugging into the live wire.
Ever heard a voice in the park when it's raining so hard? Ever seen a light in the dark when you stared at your scars? Now you're wondering what they've been doing when they've been gone so long. Ever wondered why life isn't like that song we used to sing?
Oh, nobody's child. Set your soul on fire.
Oh clear your mind, cause now we're plugging into the live wire.
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Misty
03:23
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Look at me
I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree
And I feel like I'm clingin' to a cloud
I can't understand
I get misty, just holding your hand
Walk my way
And a thousand violins begin to play
Or it might be the sound of your hello
That music I hear
I get misty whenever you're near
Don't you know that you're leading me on?
And it's just what I want you to do
Can't you see that I'm hopelessly lost?
That's why I'm following you
On my own
When I wander through this wonderland alone
Never knowing my right foot from my left
My hat from my glove
I'm too misty, and too much in love
Too misty
And too much
Too much in love
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Seul, man
02:37
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Living out here always seemed like hell to me.
A bourgeois dream, a dadaist fantasy.
Riding the train, looking for shit to see -- living out here for hat?
Clarks and experts doing their checks is key,
Skyping late to preserve my sanity.
National pride is my biggest enemy, all this faceless dialogue for what.
Comme ci, comme ça -- it's all the same to me.
Puis-j'avoir votre compagnie (votre compagnie).
Living out here always seemed like hell to me.
A bourgeois dream, a dadaist fantasy.
Stu-tut-tering a needles apology, this summer's all I've got.
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