by Stephen Stills
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I was lost in a voyage at sea
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I was waiting for you and me
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To remember just how it was
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So that we can sing together
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When will you realize
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I got one of your stronger
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And I know we can work it
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I know we can work it work it out
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together
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But look hiding behind the walls
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Closing doorways to the hall
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Nothing ventured nothing gained
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What's your game
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Just take a look at that blackened tree
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It is not for the cause of me
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But a stranger was passed there long
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And he stepped right in-between us
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Picture of empty places
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Eyes of reflecting faces
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Now your fast emptiness
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Now you can see what the fear does
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You go hiding behind walls
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We can tear away the wall
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Change the shutters from the hall
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Never voices as that are called
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Then you're singing that is all
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And the reason for the game
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Becomes clearly quite a statement
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That's what you get for playing your game
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¨Ï1978 Gold Hill Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
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All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.
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Drums: Joe Vitale
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Bass: George (Chocolate) Perry
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Guitar: Stephen Stills, George Terry
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Piano: Kenny Kirkland
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Vocals: Stephen Stills, Dave Mason, Andy Gibb, John Sambatero
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Horns & Strings: Mike Lewis and Stephen Stills
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Percussion: Joe Lala
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What's the Game
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Stephen Stills |