| I’ve been looking for someone
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| Who sells truth by the pound
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| The I saw the dealer and his friend arrive
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| But their gifts looked grim
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| Now I’m tired of hanging on
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| Waiting for a showdown
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| Don’t you see I gotta ride 'em out
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| 'Cause the pearl’s just around the bend
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| Beautiful pearl, oh when will you reappear?
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| Mysteries unfurl and become so clear
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| When I feel you near
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| I found a way outside myself
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| To make my spirit climb
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| And I could of shinnied on up
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| But my rope was made of wind
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| I appreciate the words
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| But I won’t be there at showtime
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| Don’t you see I gotta ride them out
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| 'Cause the pearl’s just around the bend
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| Beautiful pearl, oh when will you reappear?
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| Mysterious unfurl and become so clear
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| When I feel you near
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| When my backyard weeds grew high
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| I hoped that they would hide me
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| But I felt that the pearl was near
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| 'Cause I thought I saw it shine
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| I was looking all around
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| When I felt it there inside me
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| And I see a possibility
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| That its been there all the time |