| I grew up on those New York streets
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| Just beginning to realize
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| History stays stuck on «Repeat»
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| 'Til we wake up and open our ears and eyes
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| Listen for the spirit in the music
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| And when you feel it, let it soothe your soul
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| Listen for the spirit in the music
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| And when you hear it, let it guide you home
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| Met a wise musician, back in my Detroit days
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| The brother gave me some strong advice, yeah
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| «Put true feelings in your songs»
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| And when he’d spoken that old school way
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| I felt a chill, cold as ice
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| Listen for the spirit in the music
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| And when you feel it, let it soothe your soul
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| Listen for the spirit in the music
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| And when you hear it, let it guide you home
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| Listen for the spirit in the music
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| And when you feel it, let it soothe your soul
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| Listen for the spirit in the music
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| And when you hear it, let it guide you home
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| Oh, I remember
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| Yes, I remember, when I was a young man
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| My anger would often overflow
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| Trying to right the wrongs
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| But I didn’t yet understand
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| Everybody, everybody reaps what they sow
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| Listen for the spirit in the music
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| And when you feel it, let it soothe your soul
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| Listen for the spirit in the music
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| And when you hear it, let it guide you home
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| Listen for the spirit in the music
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| And when you feel it, let it soothe your soul
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| Listen for the spirit in the music
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| And when you hear it, let it guide you home |