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Maybe I'm Lost Watch while my mind starts to go Maybe I dribble, a little Maybe I'm Lost I only put up a front Losing the feel for the hunt Address me as mother Theresa People all tell me to go, to go, to give them a break Maybe it's time to relax Sell insurance and pack up your sax Bye a chateaux or shift to the Bronx Maybe their right They say I should vote Take a train on the fifth of July I pack some apples and some eau de cologne Hey maybe I'll try I'll try and try and blow all the bread I'd be staring at tug boats in June What is the name of this tune? Turning tricks on the boat to Calais I'd be queen for a day Then I'd settle for luck Daily double and old aqueduct I'll fill my pockets with shekels and juice Put my winnings to use and go and go and blow all my bread (What's my name) (Where am I)
