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I've been looking for a long time now,
For a way to figure this all out,
Friends and lovers and things I don't know about,
Far off places where buildings reach to the clouds
Saw this film once where a guy he,
Swear to god he looked like he was happy
Wish he'd give me a call,
Wish he'd pick up that phone,
And point a finger,
To my home
Does he sleep all day?
How does he get paid?
What makes him happy?
Think they've got it made,
Think they've got it right,
Somehow they figured it out
They've got it made,
They must've figured it out,
They won't tell us how,
They'll keep it to them
selves, themselves
I've been thinking for a long time now,
And I think I can figure this all out,
Friends and lovers and things that we'll learn about,
Take these hands now and reach out to the clouds
Saw this film once where a guy he,
Told me that I'm comfortably unhappy
Finally made that call,
Finally used that phone and,
Now I'm going to my home
Now I'm on my way,
I'm not playing safe,
I hope I'll be happy
Gotta get it made,
Gotta get it right,
Somehow I'll figure it out
If I get it made,
If I figure it out,
I'll tell you how
I won't keep it to my
self, myself
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released April 28, 2007
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