Ive looked under chairs Ive looked under tables Ive tried to find the key To fifty million fables They call me The Seeker Ive been searching low and high I wont get to get what Im after Till the day I die I asked Bobby Dylan I asked The Beatles I asked Timothy Leary But he couldnt help me either They call me The Seeker Ive been searching low and high I wont get to get what Im after Till the day I die People tend to hate me Cause I never smile As I ransack their homes They want to shake my hand Focusing on nowhere Investigating miles Im a seeker Im a really desperate man I wont get to get what Im after Till the day I die I learned how to raise my voice in anger Yeah, but look at my face, aint this a smile? Im happy when lifes good And when its bad I cry Ive got values but I dont know how or why Im looking for me Youre looking for you Were looking in at each other And we dont know what to do They call me The Seeker Ive been searching low and high I wont get to get what Im after Till the day I die
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