And I thought, maybe I'm on the right track, but it sort of lost its human quality.

And I slowly lost track of where I was in this big biosphere, in this big biosphere that we all live in.

I lost.

Can I have my last audio track please?

I was lost.

I lost count.

I was lost.

And I thought everything seemed to be on track.

I think I lost my keys.

I lost my face.

I lost my umbrella.

I lost my watch.

I lost the watch.

I lost my luggage.

I lost my money.

Now, I can extend this circular magnet, and make whatever track I want.

I lost and got airlifted.

I have lost my wallet.

I lost all my audiences.

I had lost my belief.

I had lost my pen.

I had lost my pen.

I have lost my pen.

I have lost my pen.

I have lost the key.

I have lost my watch.

I have lost my cap.

I lost my meal card.

I want to get lost.

And so I decided to call the track coach at Georgetown.

I bought a pen, but I lost it.

I lost my ticket. What should I do?

The track that I will whistle is called Fête de la Belle.

I almost lost it this week.

TBP I lost 150 million dollars.

I lost my key about here.

I kind of lost my focus.

Now I should say, before that, what I did is I posted a conductor track of myself conducting.

Girl 7 I run track, I played soccer, I play basketball, and I love a lot of things to do.

As I slowly lost my speech, I gained my voice.

But before I got to him, I was so lost.

I lost the camera I had bought the day before.

And I would have lost my face.

My English lost, I wanted to vomit.

How, you know, what have I lost?