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San Francisco morning coming clear and cold |
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Don't know if I'm waking or I'm dreaming |
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Riding with Fats Waller on the Super Chief |
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He said, musics real, the rest is seeming |
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Oh, deep pain |
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Feeling that won't go away |
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There's the sound of his soul in the air |
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I can hear it up there |
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And I know he left those soul shadows |
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On my mind, on my mind, on my mind |
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Soul shadows on my mind |
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On my mind, on my mind |
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Soul shadows on my mind |
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On my mind, on my mind |
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Standing by the window as a fog rolls in |
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I swear I can hear a far-off music |
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Jelly Roll is playing down in Storyville |
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And Satchmo is wailing in Chicago |
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You ought to heard 'em play |
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Feelings that won't go away |
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Left the sound of their souls in the air |
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I hear out there and I know |
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They left them soul shadows all on my mind |
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On my mind, on my mind |
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They left them soul shadows all on my mind |
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On my mind, on my mind |
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They left soul shadows on my mind |
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They left them shadows on my mind |
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They left them soul shadows on my mind |
