When I’m searchin’, when I’m trying to make a groove,
And you’re just lyin’ there, cold,
And I’m jokin’ and playin’ for a smile to unfold,
You always look at me like I’m trying too hard,
Like my personality’s getting’ old.
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People are playing waiting for the rain
Happy tomorrow, playing today
I’m wishing I was somewhere where I could feel
A place where the lies seem real