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You will look out on the halls of time You've seen them come and seen them go Why can't you sleep at night? Maybe it's the blur of light Maybe it's something you'll never know You heard the voice again last night You're fooling yourself, this ain't no dream Maybe it's not too late You can still cheat the hands of fate Just roll the dice and play the game They keep the memories alive They keep a part of you inside You know you're not the way you seem You're not a puppet on a stage Maybe it's not too late You can still cheat the hands of fate Just close your eyes and play the game Tuesday morning, New York Times You hit the top, you're doing fine We're all gonna play the game We all want a taste of fame We sell our souls if the price is right But legends never die From Letras Mania