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The Illusive Art of Spotting the Good in Life Video (MV)




Performed By: The Samoors
Language: English
Length: 2:54
Written by: Andie Simcha, Yuval Simcha
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The Samoors - The Illusive Art of Spotting the Good in Life Lyrics
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It's a bad place to be
(All around us is hostile, all around us...)
It's a bad place to be (All around us...)
It's time to seek a technique
For the illusive art of spotting the good in life
Saying the obvious is their biggest achievement
With their office supply and their Thursday's cohesions
You are my society; I am your cigarette break
Chick full of mocking an un-intensive mistake
Protecting a vision with my intuition
In a broken phoned world with an abstract decision
Memos and mumbles in front of us mammals
The illusive art of spotting the good in life...
Removing the bats from ego-sensitive eyes
Don't look for your comfort don't need your advice
They call me a pooper but it isn't a party
There is time of death and no detective is on it
Roaming between castles, releasing the cattle
Leading a flock that finds me un-humble
And all around us is hostile; all around us is hostile...
It's a bad place to be
(All around us is hostile, all around us...)
It's a bad place to be... It's a bad place to be!
It's time to seek a technique
For the illusive art of spotting the good in life
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English

It's a bad place to be
(All around us is hostile, all around us...)
It's a bad place to be (All around us...)
It's time to seek a technique
For the illusive art of spotting the good in life
Saying the obvious is their biggest achievement
With their office supply and their Thursday's cohesions
You are my society; I am your cigarette break
Chick full of mocking an un-intensive mistake
Protecting a vision with my intuition
In a broken phoned world with an abstract decision
Memos and mumbles in front of us mammals
The illusive art of spotting the good in life...
Removing the bats from ego-sensitive eyes
Don't look for your comfort don't need your advice
They call me a pooper but it isn't a party
There is time of death and no detective is on it
Roaming between castles, releasing the cattle
Leading a flock that finds me un-humble
And all around us is hostile; all around us is hostile...
It's a bad place to be
(All around us is hostile, all around us...)
It's a bad place to be... It's a bad place to be!
It's time to seek a technique
For the illusive art of spotting the good in life
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Writer: Andie Simcha, Yuval Simcha
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