Slová
Common place is just a place to me now
Lined with velvetier and gold
Lead with my left and then I take another step
Somehow, I'm always lost in this place
Somehow, I always get lost in here
Reminds me of Lincoln, Nebraska
In the way that I've never really been there
Lead with my left and then I trip over my next
Somehow, I'm always lost in this place
Somehow, I always get stuck in here
Somehow, I always get lost in this place
Somehow, I always get lost in here
Paranoia's just a place to me now
Lined with every thought I think
It crept on in and then took over my whole shit
Ah fuck, I'm always lost in this place
Somehow, I always get stuck in here
Somehow, I always get lost, somehow
John Vincent III
Songtrust Ave