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With your feet in the air, and your head on the ground . . .
Your sorry eyes, they cut through bone They make it hard to leave you alone, leave you here wearing your wounds, waving your guns at somebody new Baby you're lost Baby you're lost Baby you're a lost cause . . . - Beck, "Lost Cause" posted by Miles 12:44 PM
Your sorry eyes, they cut through bone They make it hard to leave you alone, leave you here wearing your wounds, waving your guns at somebody new Baby you're lost Baby you're lost Baby you're a lost cause . . . - Beck, "Lost Cause"