This is a tale of a Northern Soul
Looking to find his way back home
Hes coming from that same old road
You know the one your folds dont know
I want to see if you know me
I was born in a rented room
My mother didnt get no flowers
Dad didnt approve of me, do you?
Im alive with something inside of me
And I dont think Im coming back
So come on come in inside of me
Lets spread it all around
Give me your powder and pills
I want to see if they cure my ills
Ive no time for love and devotion
No time for old fashioned potion
Take a look into my eyes
I tell you so many lies and then Ill let you go into the night
And I dont think Im coming down
Im alive with something inside of me
And I cant seem to get it out
Im gonna die alone in bed
This is a tale of a northern soul
Looking for his way back home
And my friend said, "Come in side of me
And your speakers are telling the truth
Coming through and into your room on a river of sound"
This is a tale of a northern soul looking for his way back home
And if he sees it I know Ill know
And theres fighting on the street below
I know theres fighting on the street below
But I dont care Cause Im a Northern Soul
And Im looking for a way back home
Too busy staying alive
Too busy living a lie, too busy living my life
Too busy staying alive
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