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So Much Soul

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You get up; I lie down.
You throw all of your fortune around,
but my fortune's not money.
No, my pockets are empty.
But my spirit is moving
and I got so much soul.

I lie down; you get up.
Put a little more drink in this cup
'cause I just can't be sober
until this night is over.
But my spirit is moving
and I got so much soul.

[long instrumental break]

I get up; kick you out.
There will be no more fooling around
'cause I wasted too much time.
Gon' get on with my own life
'cause my spirit is moving
and I got so much soul.

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