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Feeling good to me.

Oh, baby.

It's feeling right.

All right.

Feeling good to me.

Born in the U.S.A. a long time ago.

We were making a sound so good that they called it soul.

Young people were rising up from coast to coast,

revealing what was in their hearts.

No love, not a word.

Bring it on back.

Whoa, oh.

A sweet melody.

Bring it on back.

The way it used to be.

Bring it on back.

Oh.

Well, it's in my soul.

Bring it on back.

It never, ever gets old.

You look to me.

Way down the muscle shows.

And feel it too.

The melody.

Bring it on back.

All the way inside.

The soul train ride.

Oh, oh.

The road to rest.

After the dance.

Oh.

So don't you wanna come.

Join the caravan of love.

Don't you wanna come with me.

Don't you wanna come.

Don't you wanna come.

Oh, won't you bring it on back.

A sweet melody in my soul.

Bring it on back.

It never, ever gets old.

Bring it on back.

Whoa, oh.

Whoa, oh.

Bring it on back.

Whoa.

Do you remember?

Bring it on back.

Bring it on.

Wave.

The way it used to be.

There's a party.

That's going on.

That's going on.

Going on.

With slow dances.

Slow dances.

With the lights set on low.

Oh.

Daylight.

And it looks like daylight.

Daylight.

It's gonna catch me up again.

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