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I sneak on my ways in the town
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Dark roads, they keep away the light
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Passing graveyards and houses of illness
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I have been searching all my life
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I’m going on my way
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Like a lion always searching
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I look into the faces of people
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Where no sun is shining
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Passing advertisements - tourists everywhere
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I top my head - and carry on
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What I see just makes me wonder
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What is wise and what is foolish
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(Chorus)
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Sometimes I stop and see myself
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Like a lion on it’s way
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Searching in the pouring rain
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To find a place to stay
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The streets are filled with wealthy people
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What about the poor and dying
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What I see just makes me wonder
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What is wise and what is foolish
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I’m going on my way
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Like a lion always searching
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(Chorus)
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...
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Just when I think I couldn’t stop
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My chance is coming - to be king
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