You know I'm wandering around
Aimlessly, lost
What would it cost
For you to stop
And give me so directions?
Instead of watching and laughing
As I take the wrong direction?
You think that is the funniest thing
Wandering
I can't stop myself from wondering
If you want me to get lost on purpose
So that I could end up at your house
Knocking at your door
And we pretend like this never happened before
We pretend that we are stuck
In the middle of nowhere
Panic struck
All we have is each other
When we are down on our luck
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