Crystal evenings, long ago, twisted winds and weeping snow
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We missed a turning in the past, is there anything that can last
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The race is run, the time is right, get out your gun
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it's time to fight
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And all our dreams just turn to dust, look to the future
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forget the past
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Mistakes you've made can't be redeemed, they are made
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because you dreamed a dream
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Honest sunsets turn to paint, the lie you tell
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becomes a taint
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The house you built reverts to dust, the sword
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you held it turns to rust
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The lies you tell destroy your will, the price
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you paid you're paying still
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And the rocks in the river grow higher and higher
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As the water gets lower and lower
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There are ghosts in our lives that will not fade
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There are ghosts in our lives that will not fade,
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until we've paid
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Lost Chances
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Hawkwind |