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Текст (слова) песни: Whitmore - Wallace
Soul searching
Looking for the life you know that you will never lead
Still searching
Looking for the things in life that you will never need
Why don`t you just come inside
Take a seat and just get out of your mind
Still searching
You look for the grass you dropped when you were round here last
Stop searching
`Cause you know we caned it all in my bong last week
There`s no way There`s no how
If you left your ganja here
There`ll be anything left now
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