BECK "Lost Cause" [brackets are his words]
Your sorry eyes, they cut through bone.
They make it hard to leave you alone.
Leave you here wearing your wounds
Waving your guns at somebody new.
Baby [you're] a lost
Baby [you're] a lost
Baby [you're] a lost cause.
There's too many people you used to know
They see you coming they see you go.
They know your
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