(Written by John Simon) (Lost) Like leaves in the tide (Lost) That blow far and wide (Lost) And land on some far seaside (Lost) Like songs when they end (Lost) A voice on the wind (Lost) Like wayfaring wandering friends Lost like the beat of long-gone bands That blew through lips and ran from hands And tapped the feet at long-gone jams They're never lost (Lost) Like dreams when you wake (Lost) Like big plans you make (Lost) Like pebbles tossed in a lake (Lost) Like flowers when they die (Lost) Like birds flying high (Lost) Like seconds that tick right on by Lost like the beat of long-gone bands That blew through lips and ran from hands And tapped the feet at long-gone jams They're never lost Lost like the beat of long-gone bands That blew through lips and ran from hands And tapped the feet at long-gone jams They're never lost They're never lost
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