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Get Lost (The Bigger Lights)

I lost my voice in London calling, I broke my heart in Hollywood, Damn Miami, you don't understand me, You know you hurt so good. I broke apart in Paris, baby, And this road does not lead to Rome. When I find I'm going nowhere, I must be headed home. You've gotta get lost. You've gotta get locked out, spun around, busted up and beaten down. That's where you find yourself. I got drunk in Barcelona. New York City fed my soul, Dirty Vegas stole my money, and left me laying low. I left my eyes in Boston crying, I took my time in Tokyo, I met a Misfit in New Jersey but walk this road alone. You've gotta get lost, You've gotta get locked out, spun around, busted up, and beaten down. That's where you find yourself. I learned some lessons in Seattle with angles in Virginia snow. For what it's worth, I needed Dallas, and now I'm coming home. You've gotta get lost, You've gotta get locked out, spun around, busted up, and beaten down. That's where you find yourself.