Lost Highway ¡MAYDAY!
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Lost highway
Tryin' to hit 88
Lost highway
Need to break 88
To break out
No comin' back we're 'bout to break out now
And chase those things we feared
When all is said and done I'm'a need 'em all with a better gun
People talkin' where they from so much they forget to run
These limbs I have are severed some
Beaten down and weathered from
Chasing dreams and gettin' numb on a dark day afternoon
Back with a little more disregard for the system and all it's war
I've been meaning to va-cay; escape the umbilical cord
Because it's giving me a [?]
I'm a man of few words but way more action than your little school board would promote
I'm just another weatherman bomb in your precious land, 'cause I'm too hardcore to quote
Fifteen minutes of me mouth of gold; dug so deep I saw the roots show
Calloused hands; battered soul; tattered clothes; tired bones and dry throat
Lost hope; murder she wrote; once crew bounced back their spirits broke
Now I search that map to be friend or foe 'cause if not I feel alone
In a
Tryin' to hit 88
Lost highway
Need to break 88
To break out
No comin' back we're 'bout to break out now
And chase those things we feared
When all is said and done I'm'a need 'em all with a better gun
People talkin' where they from so much they forget to run
These limbs I have are severed some
Beaten down and weathered from
Chasing dreams and gettin' numb on a dark day afternoon
Back with a little more disregard for the system and all it's war
I've been meaning to va-cay; escape the umbilical cord
Because it's giving me a [?]
I'm a man of few words but way more action than your little school board would promote
I'm just another weatherman bomb in your precious land, 'cause I'm too hardcore to quote
Fifteen minutes of me mouth of gold; dug so deep I saw the roots show
Calloused hands; battered soul; tattered clothes; tired bones and dry throat
Lost hope; murder she wrote; once crew bounced back their spirits broke
Now I search that map to be friend or foe 'cause if not I feel alone
In a
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