I CALL UP MY FRIEND THE GOOD ANGEL Your sorry eyes; they cut through boneThey make it hard to leave you aloneLeave you here wearing your woundsWaving your guns at somebody newBaby you're lostBaby you're lostBaby you're a lost causeThere's too many people you used to knowThey see you coming they see you goThey know your secrets and you know theirsThis town is crazy; nobody caresBaby you're lostBaby you're lostBaby you're a lost causeI'm tired of fightingI'm tired of fightingFighting for a lost causeThere's a place where you are goingYou ain't never been beforeNo one left to watch your back nowNo one standing at your doorThat's what you thought love was forBaby you're lostBaby you're lostBaby you're a lost causeI'm tired of fightingI'm tired of fighting |
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