YOU'VE LOST YOUR WAY

you've lost your way, lost your way
now it's gone
and come the day, come the day
and the sun
you find yourself, find yourself
with a gun
blood on your sleeve, on your sleeve
and it's done

walk until the morning
talking to yourself
and to no one else
sleep under the shade of a dragon tree
wondering about the word infantry
and what it really means
shiny bikes and soccer balls
why does the rest of the world
think that they need tv shows
everybody's looking for a friend out here
but nobody gets too close
out of fear of losing them

we've got to find a way out of here
we've got to rid ourselves of all this fear
we've got to find a better way to feel
we've got to find a way that is real
there's got to be a way that we can heal

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