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I’m still looking searching out
In all the wrong places
where I might find hope
that I might find love
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Searching out the souls who know
with all their social graces
a little here, a little there
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On the streets I watch and
hope to recognize the faces
to smile a while in passive style
trying to find
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What are you searching for
wandering through the mazes
nothing is what nothing was
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Losing hope with blinders on
going through the paces
a shadow here, a footprint there
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My eyes are growing heavy
trying to see through hazes
a foggy night, a fleeting sight
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Dan Blix