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Gonna find her, gonna find her. |
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Well searching. |
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Yeah I'm gonna searching, |
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searching every which a-way, yeh yeh. |
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Oh lord I'm searching, |
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my good lord, searching |
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you know honey, |
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searching every which away yeh yeh yeh. |
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But I'm like that northwest Mountie. |
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You know I'll bring her in some day. |
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Gonna find her, gonna find her. |
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Well Charlie Chan, Simon Smith, |
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got nothing, child, on me. |
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Sergeant Friday, Peter Gunn |
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and ooo Alan B. |
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No matter where she's hiding, |
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she's gonna see me coming, |
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I'm gonna walk right down that street |
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like Bulldog Drummon. |
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'Cos I been searching, |
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well searching, |
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oh my goodness, |
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searching every which a-way. |
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But I'm like that northwest Mountie. |
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You know I'll bring her in some day. |
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Gonna find her, gonna find her. |
|
Well Charlie Chan, Simon Smith, |
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got nothing, child, on me. |
|
Sergeant Friday, Peter Gunn |
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and ooo Alan B. |
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No matter where she's hiding, |
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she's gonna see me coming, |
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I'm gonna walk right down that street |
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like Bulldog Drummon. |
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Aah searching, |
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searching, oh my my goodness. |
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Searching every which a-way. |
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But I'm like that northwest Mountie. |
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You know I'll bring her in some day. |
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Gonna find her, gonna find her, |
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yeh yeh lord, gonna find her, |
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gonna find her. |
