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They Want My Soul lyrics
Let's go get out in the street
Somebody's gotta
Let's get the stars to align
For lambs to slaughter
In the photographs
Their eyes make a signal path
And the feeling goes on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on
Don't it feel like Friday night?
Cars are all lined up
Let it go, push you around
Oh, what's it amount it?
Card sharks and street preachers want my soul
All the sellers and palm readers want my soul
Post sermon socialites
Park enchanters and skin tights
All they want's my soul
Yeah, they want my soul
In the photograph
Your eyes make a signal path
And the feeling goes on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on
Let's go lose track of time
Somebody's gotta
Let's get the stars to align
For lambs to slaughter
Educated folk singers want my soul
Jonathon Fisk still wants my soul
I got nothing I want to say
They got nothing left that I want
All they want's my soul
Yes, yes, I know it
They want my soul
They want my soul
Oh, want my soul
Oh, they want my soul
Oh, they want my soul
Part of these releases
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- Track 7 on They Want My Soul
- 6 Outlier
- 8 I Just Don t Understand
- 8 I Just Don't Understand
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- Track 7 on They Want My Soul Disc 2
- 6 Outlier
- 8 I Just Don't Understand
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