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Richard Thompson My Soul My Soul

My soul, my soul, my soul My soul, my soul, my soul My soul, my soul, my soul My soul, my soul, my soul My soul, my soul, my soul My soul, my soul,

My Soul My Soul My Soul She?s never going to shake it up She?ll never be satisfied She?s never going to eye me right The way I want to be eyed The