| I didn’t just pull into town.
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| This happened right before my eyes.
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| There’s something missing in the sound,
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| That so used to satisfy.
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| It may rock, it may roll, but tell me
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| Whatever happened to your soul?
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| It’s just a murky, jerky groove.
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| It motivates but it don’t move
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| And all the pimps and funky divas
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| Crank out their empty testifying
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| They mixed it all in a bowl but then they
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| Forgot to add a pinch of soul
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| Tell me, whatever happened to soul, brother?
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| Tell me, what did they do with the soul, soul brother?
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| Tell me, where did they go with the soul, brother?
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| Can I get a witness?
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| We’re only here to entertain
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| And just pretend to be in pain
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| And if you wanna see me get down
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| Just watch me wave my hands around
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| It’s just a distraction I’m told, I use it
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| To hide my total lack of soul
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| Can’t find a little a bit of soul
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| Cause it’s so hip to be a ho
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| And all the brothers act like crooks
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| And all the kids in the suburbs write the radio hooks
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| And if you want to be a star
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| Just grab your crotch and squeeze it hard
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| And make your mom and daddy proud
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| As you dry hump for the crowd
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| It may be tired and old, but then it’s
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| Your only substitute for soul |