I get lost in your telephone I get lost in your radio, I do I get lost in the way you call me home Call me home I get lost in your And I know you're
As you slipped away I couldn't admit that we were through And as you slipped away I found I lost myself in search of you I found I lost myself in search
If that's all you will be you'll be a waste of time You've dreamed a thousand dreams None seem to stick in your mind Two points for honesty it must make
what I've hungered for on that stage. Those seven words shook the life back in, so let's just run 'til we lose our breath. Point me at lost islands. Point
: I believe I am here to stay I believe his son was sent to save The fun zone is here Ride free so Take me one more time Take me one more time Take
I get lost in your telephone I get lost in your radio, I do I get lost in the way you call me home Call me home I get lost in your And I know you?re
If that's all you will be, you'll be a waste of time You've dreamed a thousand dreams, none seem to stick in your mind Two points for honesty It must
I believe I am here to stay I believe his son was sent to save The fun zone is here Ride free so Take me one more time Take me one more time Take me
s what I've hungered for on that stage. Those seven words shook the life back in, so let's just run 'til we lose our breath. Point me at lost islands. Point
skin is thick Thick and calloused I'm ready to shed the shell Ready to shed the shell So you think you have figured me out A young man lost in his problems
about what others think right, cause your eg Akin' your core so weak tunnel vision, you move from .a to .b to .c, that's not the point see, you lived
From a far away land Far more beautiful Than the picture in his hand She had eyes That would draw him in They took a plane ride Together they would find Her long lost
me whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL Now your car just stopped on a empty tank BOY whatcha gon do? ACT A FOOL If you got late bills and you lost your job Tell
a grip, gotta get a hold on life, Gotta get a grip cause you're gonna slip, yeah. Somebody tell me, where did we lose? Where's the point that we lost
The same dude you gave nothing, I made something' doing What I do through and through and, I give you the news With a twist of just his ghetto point
home You won't even listen you never did care For someone who raised me you weren't even there It's all in the past. I cannot forgive There's something I lost
[Woman talking from the point of the view of his gun] Shit, you motha fuckin right I'm the bitch that's keepin it live and keepin it hot When you punk
Rather be buried that be worried,livin' held down My game plan to be trained in Military mind of a thug lord sittin' in a cemetery cryin I've been lost
