Lost in Atlanta They say you never breeze through in a day Tied up in London Afraid well never make it back to Spain Saying its over That we never made it to the gate Its too late Its too late Home for the long run Need you like I want another drag Watching the side show Now theyre all out waving the flag You say that were dying And were losing ourselves in the fight Not tonight Not tonight Crying, This whole world is lost on you! No one can tell you what to do Come up beside me Take it down th end of Mercy Street All of them running Thres a lot of strange people to meet You say that were nothing And that nothings coming down the line I feel fine I feel fine Crying, This whole world is lost on you! No one can tell you what to do Youre free from every point of view Well, I dont understand anything because of you Oh, because of you Oh, because of you Oh, because of you Oh, because of you
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