Lost songs are going nowhere
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Lost for words, with nothing to share
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Lost beats with no emotion
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Swimming through the motive socials
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Vague ships and bloody knives
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Give their best to proper applies
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This part has nowhere to go
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Only void that swallow new pole
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Show does in my wonder through these odds
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Picking up the traces with our life
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Tell me this is where I cross the line
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Walking through these other assholes
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Lost loves are all around you
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Open despair, feel so quite good
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Lost calls that can¡¯t be broken
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Budged in holes, the ones unspoken
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Vague ships are lion sized
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Taken nearly from their lost lives
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This world has nowhere to go
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Only void that swallow new pole
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Sometimes every wonders through these lives
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Picking up divisions with our wives
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Tell me if there¡¯s something to explore
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Everything inside these lost songs
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Lost Songs
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And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead |