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If you open up your eyes
It's too late to realize
That you've lost all sense of time
Though you hear the church-bells chime
Gently glows the fading light
Where it once would shine so bright
But it guides like a falling star
Showing you right where you are, where you are

CHORUS:
In the line of fire
It's not a masquerade, you can0t hide in the shade
One choice and the wring one destroys
Every fragment of desire
In the line of fire
It's not a rifle-range where your fortune might change
One spark and you've lost in the dark
When you're the line of fire

Destiny is confusing me
It's a mystery to your faith
Suddenly and reluctantly
Hear the prophecy, it's too late
Too late to go back all the way
Too late to hold on to your love

CHORUS

Emptiness is like a foolishness
In a game of chess, turns to hate
Happiness in a soft caress
But the prophet says: it's too late
Too late to go back all the way
Too late to hold on to your love, ooh, to your love

Now hold on, try to hold on
Try to hold on to your love

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