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I looked under chairs
I looked under tables I try to find the key To fifty million fables They call me the seeker I've been searchin' 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 They call me the seeker I've been searchin' low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die People tend to hate me Cause I never smile As I ransack their homes they wanna shake my hand Focusin' on nowhere Investigatin' 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 got values but I don't know how or why I'm lookin' for me You're lookin' for you We're lookin' at each other and we don't know what to do They call me the seeker I've been searchin' low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die |
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| 2:11 |
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I can go anyway, way I choose I can live anyhow, win or lose I can go anywhere, for something new Anyway, anyhow, anywhere I choose I can do anything, right or wrong I can talk anyhow, and get along Don't care anyway, I never lose Anyway, anyhow, anywhere I choose Nothing gets in my way Not even locked doors Don't follow the lines That been laid before I get along anyway I dare Anyway, anyhow, anywhere I can go anyway, way I choose I can live anyhow, win or lose I can go anywhere, for something new Anyway, anyhow, anywhere I choose Anyway Anyway I choose, yeah Anyway I wanna go, I wanna go 'n do it myself, Do it myself Do it myself, yeah Anyway, way I choose Anyway I choose Yeah, yeah Ain't never gonna lose the way I choose The way I choose The way I choose |
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| 2:17 |
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Circles
My head is going 'round in circles My mind is caught up in a whirlpool Draggin' me down Time Will tell if I'll take the homeward track Dizziness will make my feet walk back Walk right back to you Everything I do I think of you No matter how I try I can't get back Circles Leading me back to you Round and around and around And around and around And around and around And around and around Round and round and round Like a fool I go Down and down in the pool I go Draggin' me down Everything I do I think of you No matter how I try I can't get back Circles Leading me back to you Just one thing could kill the pain Of leaving you But it gets me so dizzy that I'm walkin' right back again Back to you Time Will tell if these dreams are ? fact Though I left I'm comin' back Comin' on home to you |
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| 5. |
| 2:53 |
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I don't mind other guys dancing with my girl
That's fine, I know them all pretty well But I know sometimes I must get out in the light Better leave her behind with the kids, they're alright The kids are alright Sometimes, I feel I gotta get away Bells chime, I know I gotta get away And I know if I don't, I'll go out of my mind Better leave her behind with the kids, they're alright The kids are alright I know if I go things would be a lot better for her I had things planned, but her folks wouldn't let her I don't mind other guys dancing with my girl That's fine, I know them all pretty well But I know sometimes I must get out in the light Better leave her behind with the kids, they're alright The kids are alright Sometimes, I feel I gotta get away Bells chime, I know I gotta get away And I know if I don't, I'll go out of my mind Better leave her behind with the kids, they're alright The kids are alright |
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| 3:10 |
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I went back to the doctor
To get another shrink. I sit and tell him about my weekend, But he never betrays what he thinks. Can you see the real me, doctor? I went back to my mother I said, "I'm crazy ma, help me." She said, "I know how it feels son, 'Cause it runs in the family." Can you see the real me, mother? The cracks between the paving stones Look like rivers of flowing veins. Strange people who know me Peeping from behind every window pane. The girl I used to love Lives in this yellow house. Yesterday she passed me by, She doesn't want to know me now. Can you see the real me, can you? I ended up with the preacher, Full of lies and hate, I seemed to scare him a little So he showed me to the golden gate. Can you see the real me preacher? Can you see the real me doctor? Can you see the real me mother? Can you see the real me? |
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| 5:37 |
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Take a little dope
And walk out in the air The stars are all connected To the brain Find me a woman and lay down on the ground Her pleasure comes fallin' down like rain Get myself a car I feel power as I fly Whoa, now I'm really in control {Chorus:} It all looks fine To the naked eye! But it don't really happen that way at all! Don't happen that way at all! You sign your own name And I'll sign mine They're both the same We still get separate rooms You can cover up your guts But when you cover up your nuts You're admittin' that there must be something wrong Press any button Milk and honey flow The world begins behind your neighbor's wall [Chorus} You hold the gun And I hold the wound And we stand lookin' in each other's eyes {Chorus} ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CUNNIFF, JILL <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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| 4:34 |
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Who are you?
Who who who who? Who are you? Who who who who? Who are you? Who who who who? Who are you? Who who who who? I woke up in a Soho doorway A policeman knew my name He said ″You can go sleep at home tonight If you can get up and walk away″ I staggered back to the underground And the breeze blew back my hair I remember throwin′ punches around And preachin′ from my chair chorus: Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who who who who?) I really wanna know (Who are you? Who who who who?) Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who who who who?) ′Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who who who who?) I took the tube back out of town Back to the Rollin′ Pin I felt a little like a dying clown With a streak of Rin Tin Tin I stretched back and I hiccupped And looked back on my busy day Eleven hours in the Tin Pan God, there′s got to be another way Who are you? Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa.. Who are you? Who who who who? Who are you? Who who who who? Who are you? Who who who who? Who are you? Who who who who? (chorus) I know there′s a place you walked Where love falls from the trees My heart is like a broken cup I only feel right on my knees I spit out like a sewer hole Yet still recieve your kiss How can I measure up to anyone now After such a love as this? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? I woke up in a Soho doorway A policeman knew my name He said ″You can go sleep at home tonight If you can get up and walk away″ I staggered back to the underground And the breeze blew back my hair I remember throwin′ punches around And preachin′ from my chair chorus: Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) ′Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) I took the tube back out of town Back to the Rollin′ Pin I felt a little like a dying clown With a streak of Rin Tin Tin I stretched back and I hiccupped And looked back on my busy day Eleven hours in the Tin Pan God, there′s got to be another way Who are you? Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ... Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? (chorus) I know there′s a place you walked Where love falls from the trees My heart is like a broken cup I only feel right on my knees I spit out like a sewer hole Yet still recieve your kiss How can I measure up to anyone now After such a love as this? (chorus) |
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| 6:19 |
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why should I care?
Girls of fifteen Sexually knowing The ushers are sniffing Eau-de-cologning The seats are seductive Celibate sitting Pretty girls digging Prettier women Magically bored On a quiet street corner Free frustration In our minds and our toes Quiet stormwater M-m-my generation Uppers and downers Either way blood flows Inside outside Leave me alone Inside outside Nowhere is home Inside outside, Where have I been? Out of my brain on the five fifteen On a raft in the quarry Slowly sinking On the back of a lorry Holy hitching Dreadfully sorry Apple scrumping Born in the war Birthday punching He man drag In the glittering ballroom Gravely outrageous In my high heel shoes Tightly undone They know what they′re showing Sadly ecstatic That their heroes are news Why should I care? |
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| 3:58 |
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No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes No one knows what it's like To be hated To be fated To telling only lies But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what it's like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free When my fist clenches, crack it open Before I use it and lose my cool When I smile, tell me some bad news Before I laugh and act like a fool And if I swallow anything evil Put your finger down my throat And if I shiver, please give me a blanket Keep me warm, let me wear your coat No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes |
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You think we look pretty good together
You think my shoes are made of leather But I'm a substitute for another guy I look pretty tall but my heels are high The simple things you see are all complicated I look pretty young, but I'm just back-dated, yeah Substitute your lies for fact I can see right through your plastic mac I look all white, but my dad was black My fine looking suit is really made out of sack I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth The north side of my town faced east, and the east was facing south And now you dare to look me in the eye Those crocodile tears are what you cry It's a genuine problem, you won't try To work it out at all you just pass it by, pass it by Substitute me for him Substitute my coke for gin Substitute you for my mum At least I'll get my washing done |
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