Lost Chances

Hawkwind

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

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    Composition: Dave Brock and Michael Moorcock

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