Testo Lost

Testo Lost

Sitting alone, the comfort zone Your feet up on a Sunday morning The same skin that you were born in Who?d of thought it could stretch so far There?s nothing wrong, the football?s on A warm beer and a chicken sandwich Growing old, fat, gaseous and rich Say what a lucky bunny you are You can sing yourself a lullaby You are born, pay taxes then you die Till then you?re Lost in the moment Lost in space Lost on the way to your happy place (and you can?t go back, and you can?t go forwards) Lost all the hunger Lost your pain Lost any will to be alive again Sitting alone, the safety zone No sweat and no excitation In your five star fortification Are you locking them out or locking you in? A whisky rye, surrounded by Everything that you?ve ever wanted Well half cut is better than half dead Singing, ?gotta be in it to win You are on your way to where you are This will do ?til you find Shangri-la Meanwhile you?re Lost in the moment Lost in space Lost on the way to your happy place (and you never say die, but you never say live either) Lost all the hunger Lost your pain Lost any will to be alive again

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