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You’re a looker
And you’re looking good
Looking everywhere
To be understood
You look at religion
Looking for a home
But you find no peace
Under any kind of dome
Looking for reason
Everywhere you see
But nothing you look at
Looks as good as me
It’s not the sex,
Even though it’s good
It’s not the mind,
Even though I understood
It’s just that sense of belonging
That makes you look no more
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