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Looking for a way to hope |
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Been looking for everywhere I've gone. |
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Been looking for a way back inside |
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Can't find the loss when those are too high. |
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I'm looking for a new routine |
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With early mornings and plenty of scenes. |
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I'm looking for my way home, |
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I'm looking for your answer soft, |
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But I know it can't be anyway you see |
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And I know I won't mind any old place tonight. |
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Looking for a master plan, |
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Something to build with my own hands. |
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I'm looking for a place of my own |
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I'll sell some seeds but the vines have outgrown. |
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You will laugh and you will shake your hand, |
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I'll try my best to be a farmland man |
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Looking for my sanity, |
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Maybe I'll find it in you and me |
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But I know it can't be just any old place you see |
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And I know if it's right, then I won't fight |
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Cause the air and the fog is like picking up stones |
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And the cold when it blinks is all the time we'll need. |
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I'm looking for my way home, |
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Been looking for another thing I've done |
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I'm looking for any piece of mind |
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Out of the city, away from the lights |
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I'm looking for a new routine, |
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A way past my vanity. |
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I'm looking for a place to be, |
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Maybe I'll find it in you and me |
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And I know you can't be in the old place, you see |
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And I know I won't mind any old place to find! |
