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It's sort of like a test, who can stand themselves the best
From a balcony, we leapt
Out of the hex and into the next
Out
the dark
I need to know how
I need to know how
My brain is complex incomprehensibly, so I
Search for some sort of simplicity
And I think to myself, I'm
Whenever I search for any sort of reassurance
I never seem to find it anywhere, 'cause
Most things that I thought would make me grin with such glee
puttin' off
I've got it all thought out
Psychic search & rescue
Psychic search & rescue
The sort to find themselves unknown in the crowd
They learn
am I surrounded by shadows of my doubt?
I search for some sort of solace
But I am a man with no light to guide me out
Why must I run
Why must I
search
Is it some sort of Trap?
Because I was slow to get into rap?
To whom it may concern
It looks like no return
OK I'll ask for help
Who's on Yelp?
I
search
Is it some sort of Trap?
Because I was slow to get into rap?
To whom it may concern
It looks like no return
OK I'll ask for help
Who's on Yelp?
I
around you think we could change
I search the words for any sort of indication
Maybe, just maybe I will say
Now's the time, the time, the time for me
Take
optimist, but I'm solving all its mystery to me
When Willy flinch in Berny like a Salem witch
The search continues, it's become some sort of amazing race
to save you
But I don't have much left
In search of a loophole
Some sort of lifeline
I'll find a reality where you survive
Clock keeps on ticking
I'm
stepped through the front gate
feeling stronger in body & mind
she & I had made a vow, or a pact of some sort
never to search & never to be unkind
how can
They don't understand
What I say in the first place
They don't understand
What I spray every single day
Maybe there's a sort of censor
What
There's
the other one!
ARTHUR: I am. And this my trusty servant Patsy. We have
ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights
who will join me
I search so long for my remedy
I'll try
And sort it soon
You might have to give me till the End of june
Cos the frown left a permanent Creased where
The way that I search for them boys on the backstreet (One)
And what the fuck's rap (Turn turn)
When I'm still live in the T
Just last night I had to flush
[voice in background]
Yeah, you in tune to another episode in my area code
All sorts of episodes in my area code
Where the blocks explode, where
to squeeze you, no doubt
Love 'em all I says
Let Cupid sort 'em out, woo
Drive my search engine home
Dropped, chopped, Alabama chrome
Hey what the hell
and Search 4 the Lyte
Finding the Lyte means happiness
It's the best and nothing less
So I'm waiting, at the end of a tunnel
Where happiness comes in
the kudi no dey (nah, charle m'agyiga)
When the kudi no dey
(yo, we dey search for the mula)
When the kudi no dey (nah, forget the duna)
When the kudi no dey
territory
Stop your search for serenity reserve your energy
I'm tryna sort my life and my head out
So why do I feel so depressed now
I'm bed bound and my head
our position!
FIRMIN
In addition he wants money!
ANDRE
He's a funny sort of spectre . . .
BOTH
. . . to expect a large retainer!
Nothing plainer -
he
sitting on the fence, scowling!
Kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk.
She thought herself far superior in intelligence to the others.
She was
I know that we're going to repeat history,
Unless we sort this out.
I know that we've got to find something new,
Something new.
Now we're six
whipping it in the kitchen
Everybody thinks that I'm a little bit different
I'm sort of crazy sort of lazy
At the end of the day I'm not trying to fit in
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