| Well I woke up this morning with the sheets pulled up over my head
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| Man, the pounding in my brain made me wish that I was dead
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| I can’t find my friends, can’t even find my boots
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| Where’ve I been/ What city am I in?
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| What am I gonna do?
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| I don’t know where I’m going
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| And I don’t know where I’ve been
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| Lost, lost in the city again — shit!
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| Stranded in the desert a thousand miles from home
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| Without a penny to my name, hell you know I’m all alone
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| I got a half pint of bourbon, do a little talking on the phone
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| Pack my gear and I’m out of here, as soon as I’m here I’m gone!
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| I don’t know where I’m going
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| And I don’t know where I’ve been
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| Lost, lost in the city again — let’s get lost!
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| I don’t know where I’m going
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| And I don’t know where I’ve been
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| Lost, lost in the city again — let’s get lost
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| Lost in the city again, Lost in the city again
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| Never know where the hell I am and
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| Had a good night with a bottle of Gin and
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| I’m Lost in the city again, Cause, cause cause
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| The last thing I knew I was headed downtown
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| Brother talk about some party, brother talk about some brown
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| I got so fucked up I could not hang around
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| Now I’m a long, long way lost, yeah
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| I been living this way round about twelve years of my fucked up life
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| Never took me no home girl, God I never, never, never, never took no fucking
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| wife
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| I’m on the endless highway, half a bottle down
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| That’s the way I dug my grave; |
| I took the Fifth till I drowned
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| I don’t know where I’m going
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| And I don’t know where I’ve been
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| And I’m lost, and I’m lost in the city again
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| I don’t know where I’m going
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| Cause I don’t know where I’ve been
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| Lost, lost in the city again — shit
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| Can you give directions to the freeway? |