| Lost in a city
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| That knows my name more then myself
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| Lost in myself
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| In a city that knows my name to well
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| What the f*ck am I doing here?
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| When all I want to know is who I am
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| Eyes on me from everyone
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| Believe me
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| I don’t have the answers your looking for
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| Do you see the truth in me?
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| Or just what I want you to see?
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| Do you see the truth in me, in me, in me?
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| So what does life mean to me
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| All the roads I’ve travelled
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| And now all the places I’ve seen
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| Nothing, nothing makes sense to me.
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| So what does life mean to me
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| All the roads I’ve travelled
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| And now all the places I’ve seen
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| Nothing, nothing makes sense to me
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| Sometimes we have to get «lost» to really find are selves
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| And I can’t put the pieces all together
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| (we have defined ourselves)
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| I don’t know
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| What I’m looking for
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| I don’t know
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| What I’m here for
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| So what does life mean to me
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| All the roads ive travalled
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| And now all the places ive seen
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| Nothing, nothing makes sense to me… |