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Where do I see the light
It's all gone dead in a way
Oh Lord can a stone be ballest for an aching soul
Learning how to know your mind
My made up thing on the way back
To get out before I'm feeling you just blow them all away
It's eighties life
But it all looks good on you
Suddenly police run out and hope is found in a sound
I don't want to live a war
That's got no end in our time
Call it living in this country
Calling it missing dawn patrol
It's eighties life
And it's all gone right on you