Where do I see the light
Itīs all gone dead in a way
Cos more or less and get on by
My made up thing on the day
Oh Lord can a stone
Be ballest for an aching soul
Just learning how to know your mind
No hiding out on the way back
To get out before Iīm feeling
You just blow them all away
Itīs eighties life
But it all looks good on you
Suddenly police run out
And hope is found in a sound
Cos I donīt want to live a war
Thatīs got no end in our time
Call it living in this country
Calling it missing dawn patrol
Itīs eighties life
And itīs all gone right on you
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