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Oh, hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason
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For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season
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Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin'
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I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on.
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I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter
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I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her
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Any girl in the world could have easily known me better
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She said, You're strange, but don't change, and I let her.
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In a while will the smile on my face turn to plaster?
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Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disaster
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For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster
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Is it strange I should change? I don't know, why don't you ask her?
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MR. SOUL
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