The Soul Singer

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  He gets away with being rude
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'cause everyone's scared of his quicksilver moods, the soul singer.
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  He's been around for fifty years,
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every crease of his face is a souvenir, the soul singer.

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  He's seen it all,   made every move,
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  dude's got next to nothin' left to prove.
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  Climbed to the top,   been through the wringer,
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  ladies and gentlemen:   the soul singer!

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  Likes to grumble, lovеs to scoff
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about all of the cats who ripped him off, the soul singеr.
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  His all time favourite song
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is the one about how the world done him wrong, the soul singer.

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They call him curmudgeon,   say he's a churl,
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  stories follow him 'round the world;
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  hear this one, man,   a humdinger!
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  Ladies and gentlemen:   the soul singer!

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Experts gather wherever he goes
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but what's in his mind none of them knows, the soul singer.
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  He's done crazy, he's suffered loss,
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for the life that he lives he's paid the cost, the soul singer.

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Some say he's the bomb, the very bee's knees,
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  poet prince of the high trapeze;
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  the jazzmatazz,   the king swinger.
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  Ladies and gentleman:   the soul singer!

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  Spent the best part of three decades,
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  brooding under a pair of shades.
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  Who's that masked man?   No second stringer.
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  Ladies and gentlemen:   the soul singer!

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  Plays his cards close to his chest,
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protecting himself the way he knows best, the soul singer.
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  Deals out only the canniest part
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of the sweet golden music that lives in his heart. The soul singer.

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  The great recordings   still remain
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  from when his genius was uncontained.
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  He's in there somewhere,   that old gunslinger.
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  Ladies and gentleman,   the soul singer!

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  La-la-la-la la-la-la-la La-la-la-la la-la-la-la. The soul singer.
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  La-la-la-la la-la-la-la La-la-la-la la-la-la-la. The soul singer.
[Outro 2] (Repeat and Fade Out)
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