I've looked under chairsI've looked under tablesI've tried to find the keyTo fifty million fablesThey call me the seekerI've been searching low and highI won't get to get what I'm afterTill the day I dieI asked Bobby DylanI asked The BeatlesI asked Timmothy LearyBut he couldn't help me eitherThey call me the seekerI've been searching low and highI won't get to get what I'm afterTill the day I diePeople tend to hate me'Cause I never smileAs I ransack their homesThey want to shake my handFocusing on nowhereInvestigating milesI'm a seekerI'm a really desperate manI won't get to get what I'm afterTill the day I dieI learned how to raise my voice in angerYeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile?I'm happy when life's goodAnd when it's bad I cryI've got values but I don't know how or whyI'm looking for meYou're looking for youWe're looking in at each otherAnd we don't know what to doThey call me the seekerI've been searching low and highI won't get to get what I'm afterTill the day I die Vice na www.karaoketexty.cz
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