Текст песни Buffalo Springfield - Mr. Soul

Текст:

Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin' I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter I was razed by the phrase of a fan who said I upset her Any girl in the world could have easily known me better She said you're strange, but don't change, and I let her In a while, will the smile on my face turn to plaster? Stick around while a clown who is sick does the trick of disaster For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster Is it strange I should change, I don't know, why don't you ask her Is it strange I should change, I don't know, why don't you ask her Is it strange I should change, I don't know, why don't you ask her Is it strange I should change, I don't know, why don't you ask her

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