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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 makeup on the faces Was telling stories in color TV But it's hard to believe you can't find what you're looking for anymore Somebody told me not to spend it all on Sunday So I went with my own eyes to see That the doors had stayed open For praying and hoping Come and get you share if you have a care Oh no, but it's hard to believe that you can't find what you're looking for anymore Letras de canciones And the 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 I heard a lot of talk about a revolution So I went with my own eyes to see I'm confused by the cause Such expensive applause Pays for so many problems I see But it's hard to believe you can't find what you're looking for, oh no And the 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 And it's hard to know how to get home But I know what I'm in for From Letras Mania