Little Lost Lamb

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I was a little lost lamb
Mary Jane had to guide my hand
Smoky fog across the land
Couldn't even see where I stand

She showed me a thousand dreams
Don't know how I crossed the sea
But spaceships have tendencies
  to abduct cows and sheep

Oh sweet Mary Jane held my hand
She showed me that I could stand
Guided me according to plan -
Smoke signals across the land

With a plan for my escape
From the land of decay
Spaceships were newfound faith -
I needed her to find my way

She started with a red hot glow
Lit the road that should be followed
Before it all became a hoax
  blazing heat only for show

Mary Jane failed to guide my hand
Smoky fog across the land
Couldn't even see where I stand
Became a little lost lamb

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