| You’re looking for something
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| That you’ll never find
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| You’ve got the questions
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| You’ve got the time
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| You’ve got the bruises
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| To show you’ve been blind
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| 'Cause you’re looking for something
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| That you’ll never find
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| I’m hoping you find it
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| And someday you might
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| But not in an instant
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| And not overnight
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| And I am the one who’s
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| Holding you tight
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| Hoping you find it
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| And someday you might
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| Could you be the one?
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| Could you be the one who will find it?
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| Staring at the sun as you’re blinded
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| Could you be the one who will find
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| That it’s fine if it’s not in me?
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| You’re looking for something
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| That’s not even there
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| You’re knocking down tables
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| You’re kicking in chairs
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| I know you’re angry
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| You know I don’t care
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| Looking for something
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| That’s not even there
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| Make me an offer
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| That I can’t refuse
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| Set up my options
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| Force me to choose
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| You’ve been abandoned
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| I’ve been abused
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| So make me an offer
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| That I can’t refuse
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| Could you be the one?
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| Could you be the one who will find it?
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| Staring at the sun as you’re blinded
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| Could you be the one who will find
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| That it’s fine if it’s not in me?
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| Over in Indiana
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| Wearing their red bandannas
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| Indians eat bananas
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| Thinking they’re full of Vitamin C
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| You’re looking for someone
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| That I’ll never be
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| Some kind of bondage
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| To make you feel free
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| A Lover, a savior
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| Ooh, that isn’t me
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| You’re looking for someone
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| That I’ll never be
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| Could you be the one?
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| Could you be the one who will find it?
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| Staring at the sun as you’re blinded
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| Could you be the one who will find
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| That it’s fine if it’s not in me? |