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Lost Without A Trace
Another day, maybe some other way we could be,
but how am I supposed to find you, when I am lost myself,
I take a sip of golden dreams, and hold on for dear life,
holding on for anything, reaching out for anyone who will grab hold.
I can not remember anything, I choose to lose my face,
forget about the old Renato, time to start fresh,
I must begin anew, find myself deep under all the beer cans,
underneath all the shots, and through all the smoke.
I try to remember, what I was digging for underneath all the rubble,
and I forget, just start climbing back up,
hit a couple _____, knock back a couple jigger shots,
sip a few 6 packs, and I am lost without a trace again.
