| I lost my voice in London calling
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| I broke my heart in Hollywood
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| Damn Miami, you don’t understand me
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| You know you hurt so good
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| I broke apart in Paris, baby
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| And this road does not lead to Rome
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| When I find I’m going nowhere, I must be headed home
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| You’ve gotta get lost
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| You’ve gotta get locked out, spun around, busted up and beaten down
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| That’s where you find yourself
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| I got drunk in Barcelona
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| New York City fed my soul
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| Dirty Vegas stole my money
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| And left me laying low
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| I left my eyes in Boston crying
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| I took my time in Tokyo
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| I met a Misfit in New Jersey but walk this road alone
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| You’ve gotta get lost
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| You’ve gotta get locked out, spun around, busted up, and beaten down
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| That’s where you find yourself
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| I learned some lessons in Seattle with angles in Virginia snow
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| For what it’s worth, I needed Dallas, and now I’m coming home
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| You’ve gotta get lost
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| You’ve gotta get locked out, spun around, busted up, and beaten down
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| That’s where you find yourself |