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I've looked under chairs |
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I've looked under tables |
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I've tried to find the key |
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To fifty million fables |
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They call me The Seeker |
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I've been searching low and high |
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I won't get to get what I'm after |
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Till the day I die |
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I asked Bobby Dylan |
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I asked The Beatles |
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I asked Timothy Leary |
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But he couldn't help me either |
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People tend to hate me |
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'Cause I never smile |
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As I ransack their homes |
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They want to shake my hand |
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Focusing on nowhere |
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Investigating miles |
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I'm a seeker |
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I'm a really desperate man |
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I won't get to get what I'm after |
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Till the day I die |
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I learned how to raise my voice in anger |
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Yeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile? |
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I'm happy when life's good |
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And when it's bad I cry |
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I've got values but I don't know how or why |
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I'm looking for me |
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You're looking for you |
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We're looking in at other |
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And we don't know what to do |
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