| I’m feeling better already
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| I’ve got a song in my soul tonight
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| The city better get ready
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| For good old mister socialite
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| Dish the dirt and then you pour me another
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| Let’s go out on the town, my brother
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| Lord, it feels good, better than it should
|
| To be good old mister socialite
|
| On the outskirts of the city
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| As I stared out at the race
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| I thought about the faces
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| Oh, I, I couldn’t find a trace
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| Can we ever truly find bliss
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| When true love is never found?
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| Can we ever truly find grace
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| When the knots are left unwound?
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| Then Friday comes along
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| And it’s the same old song
|
| I’m feeling better already
|
| I’ve got a song in my soul tonight
|
| The city better get ready
|
| For good old mister socialite
|
| Dish the dirt and then you pour me another
|
| Let’s go out on the town, my brother
|
| Lord, it feels good, better than it should
|
| To be good old mister socialite
|
| On the outskirts of the city
|
| As I stared out at the race
|
| I thought about the faces
|
| Oh, I, I couldn’t find a trace
|
| Can we ever truly find bliss
|
| When true love is never found?
|
| Can we ever truly find grace
|
| When the knots are left unwound?
|
| Then Friday comes along
|
| And it’s the same old song
|
| I’m feeling better already
|
| I’ve got a song in my soul tonight
|
| The city better get ready
|
| For good old mister socialite
|
| Dish the dirt and then you pour me another
|
| Let’s go out on the town, my brother
|
| Lord, it feels good, better than it should
|
| Lord, it feels good, better than it should
|
| To be good old mister socialite |