Lost Track by Gomez
They're whisperin', they don't want us to hear
They lower their eyes everytime you come near
These people are stranger
Don't you ever stop
While they change you
The crimes are numerous but they seem distant and vague
Guns that turn to rust feel the...(?)
Not everything changes
And from the bottom to the top
Your still a stranger
Lost myself tryin' to track you down
Though you'll never be found
The circle closes in around and around
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