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Somebody told me Hollywood was slowly burning So i went with my own eyes to see And i landed in places where the make-up on your faces telling stories in color tv but it's hard to believe you can find what you're looking for...anymore Somebody told me not to spend it all on Sundays So I went with my own eyes to see that the doors'll stay open for praying and hopin' come and get your share if you have a care oh noo But it's hard to believe that you can find what you're looking for ohh anymore Any way that I make is my own But I know what i'm in for And It's hard to know how to get home but I know what i'm in for (solo) I heard a lot of talk about a revolution So i went with my own eyes to see that i'm confused by the colors of such expensive clothes pays for so many problems i see but it's hard to believe that you can find what you're looking for ohh nooo Any way that I make is my own Letras de cancionesBut I know what i'm in for And It's hard to know how to get home but I know what i'm in for (Thanks to Brian for these lyrics) From Letras Mania