How can I be lost, if I've got nowhere to go? — Metallica, Metallica: Death Magnetic
How can I be lost, if I've got nowhere to go? — Metallica, Metallica: Death Magnetic
How can I be lost, if I've got nowhere to go? — Metallica, Metallica: Death Magnetic
How can I be lost, if I've got nowhere to go? — Metallica, Metallica: Death Magnetic
How can I be lost, if I've got nowhere to go? — Metallica, Metallica: Death Magnetic
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How can I be lost, if I've got nowhere to go?

— Metallica, Metallica: Death Magnetic
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