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RICK SPRINGFIELD lyrics : "Souls"

(Springfield)
It all started here, she was a girl form the midwest
He was a stranger in a strange land

Same old story
He came for the glory
She came looking for a young man's hand


But they found bright lights
And endless nights

And men just used her innocent ways
He found it all so pretty, hypnotized by the city
They lost sight of the reason

They lost count of the days

And they were two souls searching for each other

One spirit looking for the other
Caught between a hard hard place and a rock


Two souls searching for heaven
Rolling the dice looking for a seven
To the tick, tick, ticking of time

Gotta beat the clock

Too many nights on the ledge

He acquired a knife-edge
Still the city didn't acquiesce to his demands
Some nights she cried for pity in the heart of the city

The city smacked her hands

He met her on endless night

Her eyes had a light
There was something familiar about the smell of her skin
He held her tighter and tighter

As he danced inside her
She know from the moment that she let him in


They'd been two souls searching for each other
One spirit looking for the other
Caught between a hard hard place and a rock


Two souls searching for heaven
Rolling the dice looking for a seven

To the tick, tick, ticking of time
Gotta beat the clock
Beat the clock

Beat the clock
Beat the clock


Two souls searching for each other
One spirit looking for the other
Caught between a hard hard place and a rock


Two souls searching for heaven
Rolling the dice looking for a seven

To the tick, tick, ticking of time
Gotta beat the clock

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