I've looked under chairs
 I've looked under tables
 I've tried to find the key
 To fifty million fables

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 They call me The Seeker
 I've been searching low and high
 I won't get to get what I'm after
 Till the day I die

 I asked Bobby Dylan
 I asked The Beatles
 I asked Timothy Leary
 But he couldn't help me either

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 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
 I'm a seeker
 I'm a really desperate man

 I won't get to get what I'm after
 Till the day I die

 I learned how to raise my voice in anger
 Yeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile?
 I'm happy when life's good
 And when it's bad I cry
 I've got values but I don't know how or why

 I'm looking for me
 You're looking for you
 We're looking in at each other
 And we don't know what to do

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