I search for the truth I find no luck.
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I search for solace in my friend the rock.
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And I have a friend on the telephone.
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A crystal and some cash and my tomorrow's known.
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Cross my legs and I am one.
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With what I was or I am to become.
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And I have the stars and some pixie dust.
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Oh, and Elvis nights on Thursday and it's a must.
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Chorus: Have your every thought just possibly.
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Your ideals are a twisted philosophy.
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By a man in a suit who loves currency.
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Or a woman who is called instability.
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Crystals And Cash
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