| I’ve lived under chairs, I’ve lived under tables
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| Tried to find the key to a million fables
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| They call me the seeker
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| I’ve been searchin' low and high
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| I won’t get to get what I’m after 'til the day I die
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| I asked what we dealin', I answer beatles
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| I asked but it couldn’t help either
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| They call me the seeker
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| I’ve been searchin' low and high
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| I won’t get to get what I’m after 'til the day I die
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| People tend to hate me 'cause I never smile
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| their homes, they wanna shake my hand
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| nowhere, investigate a mile
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| I’m a seeker, I’m really for a man
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| I won’t get to get what I’m after 'til the day I die
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| I learned how to raise my voice with anger
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| Well, look at my face, ain’t this a smile?
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| I’m happy when I’m through, when it’s bad, I cry
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| I got bad new for when I don’t know how or why
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| I’m looking mean, lookin' for you
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| Lookin' at each other when we don’t know what to do
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| They call me the seeker
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| I’ve been searchin' low and high
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| I won’t get to get what I’m after 'til the day I die |