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Said to much I've run aground My conscience says "I'm not around" But I'm still looking for it So what's it like Does it make you pleased? Now I'm diseased I'm never eased But I'm still looking for it Who needs enemies, When you've got friends like these Caught between me and myself again So whats it like to rescue minds I hear it pays... you satisfied? Well I'm still looking for it And many meet, between the sheets I hear it's clean, I hear it's free But I'm still looking for it I don't need a reason a reason to believe you Am I alone this time I don't From Letras Mania