(Graham Russell)
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In the night when you're lonely and you can't find a word for how you feel
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There's a place that you know of where the lights are so low they're hardly real,
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In a chair on the front verandah is a weight with a thought to set you free.
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The weight is my soul
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The weight is my soul, come to me.
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I can see through the streetlights where the evening air is turning round
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All I hear is the hangin' of the moon and the stars on the sky.
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In a chair on the front verandah is a weight with a thought to set you free.
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The weight is my soul
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The weight is my soul, come to me.
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Have you thought of the times when your heart and your mind are free
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Have you thought of the times when your heart and your mind are free
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In the night when you're lonely and you can't find a word for how you feel,
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There's a place that you know of where the lights are so low they're hardly real,
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In a chair on the front verandah is a weight with a thought to set you free
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The weight is my soul
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The weight is my soul, come to me.
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The Weight Is My Soul
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