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Factoid!: - This (beautiful) song wasn't born unique to the 1994 Boingo album. It actually originated in 1983, in the form of this very slow demo. The demo is nice in it's own right; missing the most powerful part to the 1994 one (being the "Isn't this a fun goodbye" verse). Included here are both 1983 and 1994 versions. Enjoy.


Lost Like This (1983)

I'm standing all alone out in the pouring rain
My blood is slowing down, I'm freezing in my veins
But I'm getting used to it

This place is not like anything I've seen before
The buildings move around, the houses have no doors
Strange that I should fit in here

Ooooh, I don't believe in ghosts or apirations
Don't believe what I can't see
Living in a world of fallen angels
Something's watching over me

I've never been lost like this
I've never been lost like this
But I wouldn't be happy anywhere else (anywhere else)
Nobody to tell us what to do, all by ourselves.
(I've never been lost like this, but I guess I'm happy, anyway)

Don't know how I got here and I don't know why I stay
The poets all around are laughing in their graves
Must be something that I said
They think they're clever just because they're dead.

Oooh
I don't believe in ghosts or apirations
Dont believe what I can't see
Living in a world of fallen angels
Something's watching over me.

I've never been lost like this
I've never been lost like this
And I wouldn't be happy anywhere else
Nobody to tell us what to do, all by ourseves
I've never been lost like this, but I guess I'm happy anyway...

I've never been lost like this, I've never been lost like this
But I guess I'm happy...

(Repeat....)


Lost Like This (1994)
I'm standing all alone out in the pouring rain
And though it really isn't like me to complain
I think I'm getting used to it.
I feel happy, and I also feel bad
I've never been here, but somehow I think I have
But I'm getting used to it.

I've never been lost like this
I've never been lost like this
But I wouldn't be happy anywhere else
Nobody to tell us what to do all by ourselves.

Don't know how I got here and I don't know why I stay
The poets all around are laughing in their graves
Must be something that I said.

This place is not like anything I've seen before
The spirits move around, the houses have no doors
But I'm getting used to it

Isn't this a fine hello,
I wish I hadn't seen you go
It's always a bitter pill
The broken mirror's broken still
The letters never made the post,
A thousand more I never wrote
And here on dark unfriendly streets,
I find the comfort that I seek

And I'm happy, and I've been happy...