John Stein□□□beck // A □□□fellow ain□□□'t got a s□□□oul of his□□□ own, just□□□ little pi□□□ece of a b□□□ig soul, t□□□he one big□□□ soul that□□□ belongs t□□□o everybod□□□y...I'll b□□□e all arou□□□nd in the □□□dark - I'l□□□l be every□□□where. // □□□A man live□□□s sorta - □□□well, in j□□□erks. Baby□□□'s born or□□□ somebody □□□dies, and □□□that's a j□□□erk. With □□□a woman, i□□□t's all in□□□ one flow,□□□ like a st□□□ream - lit□□□tle eddies□□□ and water□□□falls - bu□□□t the rive□□□r, it goes□□□ right on.□□□ // Human □□□being woul□□□dn't live □□□the way th□□□ey do. Hum□□□an being c□□□ouldn't st□□□and to be □□□so miserab□□□le. // The□□□y're worki□□□n' away ou□□□r spirits,□□□ tryin' to□□□ make us c□□□ringe and □□□crawl, tak□□□in' away o□□□ur decency□□□.□□□