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Soul, soul, soul, I want your soul Soul, soul, soul, give me your soul
I met the devil down in New Orleans, he was having a funky good time
He said don’t worry I’ve got just what you need and he told me to go online
When all your heads are buried in those screens then my work is almost done
Give me your soul and when you’re all machines then I’ll know that this war is won
Nothing is real, nothing is true, it’s all make-believe and it’s tailor-made for you Nothing is real, nothing is true, it’s all make-believe and it’s tailor-made for you
I said I want your soul
Give me your soul
I want your soul, oh. I want your soul Give me your soul
Soul, soul, soul, I want your soul Soul, soul, soul, give me your soul
Nothing is real, uh, nothing is true
Nothing is real, nothing is true
I want your soul yeah, give me your soul
I’m talking talking ‘bout that soul, give me your soul
Choose your identity, your second skin, leave your problems all out in the cold
And then there’s vanity, my favourite sin, here’s a world where you never grow old This human nature it’s a beautiful thing, like a drug that’s just taken hold
And when it does that’s when the devil will sing coz you’ve sold the key to your soul
Nothing is real, nothing is true, it’s all make-believe and it’s tailor-made for you Nothing is real, nothing is true, it’s all make-believe and it’s tailor-made for you
I want your soul, give me your soul
I want your soul, give me your soul,
I want your soul, give me your soul,
I want your soul, yeah, give me your soul
