Lyrics
Searching
Searching, only nothing found,
only hollow sounds, called it a day.
Woke up, read a book I found,
called the face of clowns, with mirrored page.
But I don't need no make-up,
my vacant stare's my disquise.
The strings you pull, they don't make it.
I'm not a toy you can wind.
Searching, only nothing found.
Hoping, it'll all go down.
(Guitar solo)
But I don't need no make-up,
my vacant stare's my disquise.
The strings you pull, they dont make it.
I'm not a toy you can wind.
Searching, only nothing found.
Hoping, it'll all go down.
Searching, only nothing found,
only hollow sounds, called it a day.
Woke up, read a book I found,
called the face of clowns, with mirrored page.
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