See the Soul Singer in the session band
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Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand
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Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan
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For the Soul Singer in the session band
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Now a red carpet bagger makes a Blackberry call
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To the plastic piranhas in the city of salt
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Wasted wheat paste campaign post no bills on the wall
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You mean nothing to no one but that's nobody's fault
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See the Soul Singer in the session band
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Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand
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Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan
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For the Soul Singer in the session band
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I had a lengthy discussion about The Power of Myth
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With a post-modern author who didn't exist
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In this fictitious world all reality twists
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I was a hopeless romantic now I'm just turning tricks
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Just like that Soul Singer in the session band
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Shredded confetti beneath a microphone stand
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Saw the Conflict of Interest slipping cash in the hand
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Of the Soul Singer in the session band
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His room is on fire since he painted it red
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There are a stranger's silk sequins at the foot of the bed
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He has been to weddings and funerals but he still never wept
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Now sorrow is pleasure when you want it instead
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Just like the Soul Singer in the session band
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Wailed like an infant atop a white baby grand
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We'll need every sand bag and every man
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To save the Soul Singer in the session band
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Headlights or Taillights it's a flip of a coin
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I have been coming and going since the day I was born
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And I followed the breadcrumbs but I never got home
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I grew old in an instant now I am all on my own
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Just like that Soul Singer in the session band
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Shredded to nothing beneath the microphone stand
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Saw the wave of the future through the crack of the dam
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Drowned the Soul Singer in the session band
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Bless the Soul singer in the session band
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Soul Singer In A Session Band
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