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Some folks look for trouble, |
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Some look for belief |
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Baby, you look for Jesus |
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I look for relief |
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Used to talk about the weather, |
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Used to think it all looks fine |
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Now we never hang together, |
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Now you're never on my mind |
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Spinning around in circles, |
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Cut it up in squares |
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Ask me if I love you baby, |
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Ask me if I care |
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Last thing that I need's a mustang, |
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Last thing I need's a tan |
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I'm gonna get myself up north, |
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Find out who the hell I am |
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Well I, I go north, the sun here burns my eyes |
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But I don't really care, they're all drowning down here |
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Trials and tribulations |
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Face us every day |
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Baby, we used to talk alot, |
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Now I ain't got much to say |
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You think it's a joke or something |
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I think it's all a drag |
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You think maybe it's in the pocket |
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Can't be let out of the bag |
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Well I, I go north, oh, the sun here burns my eyes |
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But I don't really care, they're all drowning down here |
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Oh, So I will disappear and find my way up north |
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And find out what I know, ooh just who I am, |
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Oh I will disappear, I will disappear |
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Some look for religion |
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And others look for truth |
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Baby it seems I spend my days |
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Looking all over for you |
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You think that its stupid, |
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I say that it's cool |
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Haul you back to Mexico, |
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Send me back to school |
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Last thing that I need's a mustang, |
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Last thing I need's a tan |
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I'm gonna get myself up north, |
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Find out who the hell I am |
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Well I, I go north, the sun here burns my eyes |
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But I don't really care, they're all drowning down here |
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So I will disappear and find my way up north |
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No, oh I don't know, I will disappear |
