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This is a tale of a Northern Soul
Looking to find his way back home
Heīs coming from that same old road
You know the one your folds donīt know
I want to see if you know me
I was born in a rented room
My mother didnīt get no flowers
Dad didnīt approve of me, do you?
Iīm alive with something inside of me
And I donīt think Iīm coming back
So come on come in inside of me
Letīs spread it all around
Give me your powder and pills
I want to see if they cure my ills
Iīve 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 Iīll let you go into the night
And I donīt think Iīm coming down
Iīm alive with something inside of me
And I canīt seem to get it out
Iīm 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 Iīll know [Repeat]
And thereīs fighting on the street below
I know thereīs fighting on the street below
But I donīt care īCause Iīm a Northern Soul
And Iīm looking for a way back home
Too busy staying alive [repeat]
Too busy living a lie, too busy living my life
Too busy staying alive