China Black - Searching Lyrics
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Searching
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What Are The Lyrics For Searching By China Black?
You're mine
You're mine (you're mine) You're mine (mine) You're mine Searching for that something that I'll never find In another place, another time Searching for that something that I can believe And without a doubt that I can see All the many roads I've traveled (roads I've traveled) Come so far and done so much He leads me back to you when I can Searching When I'm lost and need to find myself Where this road will lead no, one can tell Searching for that something that I've left behind Make me see that I've been far too blind All the many roads I've traveled (I've traveled) Come so far and done so much He leads me back to you when I can I've got a woman who loves me, baby I've got a woman who loves me, baby (I got a woman, yeah) I've got a woman who loves me, baby (I got a woman) I've got a woman who loves me, baby (I got the woman) Searching For that something that I'll never find In another place, another time Searching for that something that I've left behind Make me see that I've been far too blind All the many roads I've traveled (roads I've traveled) Come so far and done so much He leads me back to you when I can You're mine (for something, baby) You're mine (you're all mine) You're mine (you're mine) You're mine (I've been searching) You're mine (I've got a woman who loves me, baby) |
Who Wrote Searching By China Black?
Simon Yee Ying Fung
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