| Looking for a way to hope
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| Been looking for everywhere I’ve gone
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| Been looking for a way back inside
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| Can’t find the loss when those are too high
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| I’m looking for a new routine
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| With early mornings and plenty of scenes
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| I’m looking for my way home,
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| I’m looking for your answer soft,
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| But I know it can’t be anyway you see
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| And I know I won’t mind any old place tonight.
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| Looking for a master plan,
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| Something to build with my own hands.
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| I’m looking for a place of my own
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| I’ll sell some seeds but the vines have outgrown.
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| You will laugh and you will shake your hand,
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| I’ll try my best to be a farmland man
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| Looking for my sanity,
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| Maybe I’ll find it in you and me
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| But I know it can’t be just any old place you see
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| And I know if it’s right, then I won’t fight
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| Cause the air and the fog is like picking up stones
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| And the cold when it blinks is all the time we’ll need
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| I’m looking for my way home,
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| Been looking for another thing I’ve done I’m looking for any piece of mind
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| Out of the city, away from the lights I’m looking for a new routine,
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| A way past my vanity
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| I‘m looking for a place to be,
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| Maybe I’ll find it in you and me
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| And I know you can’t be in the old place, you see
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| And I know I won’t mind any old place to find! |