Thursday, January 02, 2003
Your sorry eyes, they cut through bone.
They make it hard to leave you alone. Leave you here wearin' your wounds Waving your guns at somebody new. Baby I'm a lost Baby I'm a lost Baby I'm a lost cause. There's too many people you used to know They see you coming they see you go. They know your secrets and you know theirs This town is crazy, but nobody cares. Baby I'm a lost Baby I'm a lost Baby I'm a lost cause. I'm tired of fighting I'm tired of fighting Fighting for a lost cause There's a place where you are going You ain't never been before There's no one laughing at your back now No one standing at your door Is that what you thought love was for? Baby I'm a lost Baby I'm a lost Baby I'm a lost cause I'm tired of fighting I'm tired of fighting Fighting for a lost cause. Beck - "Lost Cause" |
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in?scrip?tion (n-skrip-shun)n.
the facts.
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