If you ask the man in the tollbooth
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well I¡¯m sure he¡¯d tell you
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That on the highways there¡¯s a million ways
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if you wanna disappear
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Should you take a left or a right,
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well I¡¯m sure I don¡¯t care
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All I want out of life is to hide somewhere
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Will you find me?
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Each Halloween your faces get more frightening
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The closer I look the more I can see
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your limits begin to show
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The astronaut won first prize,
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it was was a ton of moon dust
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All I see in his eyes are years of hate and mistrust
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Will you find me?
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"Come out come out wherever you are,"
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said the fisherman to the sea
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"Oh I miss you, I miss you love. Where can you be?
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If I have to wait anymore then I won¡¯t believe
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In the love that I¡¯ve known
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or in the life that I have known."
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Will you find me?
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Will You Find Me?
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American Music Club |