| I won’t stop searching 'til I find it
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| Lost like memories when I was a kid
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| Is it in crystals or a sound bath
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| Or the things I dreamt up, but I never did?
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| I’ve looked all over, seeing double
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| Do I need a single eye?
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| I need a mail order guru like those mail order brides
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| They say it’s all in meditation
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| But when I sit still, I’m afraid what I’ll find
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| Am I gonna get better?
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| Did I drink the Kool-Aid?
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| Am I looking in all the wrong places?
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| Is my body just space?
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| I got that American Spirit
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| It’s searching for what I can’t find
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| I’m looking in holy rivers
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| I pray that she’ll show me a sign
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| If I let go of holding tightly
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| Will I see Jesus in a stranger tonight?
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| The devil hides in Coca-Cola
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| But if I’m high, will I be more qualified?
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| 'Cause in my Elvis Presley record I found the light
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| And my books say I’m a badass for just $ 12.99
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| Maybe I’ll trace it to my family
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| But maybe some things, should be buried alive
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| I got that American Spirit
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| It’s searching for what I can’t find
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| I’m looking in holy rivers
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| I pray that she’ll show me a sign
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| I’m giving up
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| I surrender to you
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| I’m giving up
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| I’m giving up
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| I surrender to you
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| I’m giving up
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| Am I gonna get better?
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| Am I gonna get better?
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| I got that American Spirit
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| It’s searching for what I can’t find
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| I’m looking in holy rivers
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| I pray that she’ll show me a sign
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| I got that American Spirit (I surrender to you)
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| It’s searching for what I can’t find
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| I’m looking in holy rivers (I surrender to you)
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| I pray that she’ll show me a sign |