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The night of the dream, it's raining
Nothing's what it seems, mistaken
Adding mysteries, embrace them
As we'd like to be a little lost, a little lost
A little lost, a little lost
Suppose we'd all walk backwards and change directions
Talk to people passing, we surely have never met
And four arms could not fit in one jacket
Anything that gets us distracted a little lost
A little lost, a little lost, a little lost
Was it goodbye, real nice or I'll miss you?
Was it relaxed slowly or far too busy?
The idea of logic existing
These crowded mountains, all drifting a little lost
A little lost, a little lost, a little lost