When the fires burn out,
And the waters run dry
And the mountains have fallen,
We'll remember those times
As the seasons roll by,
And the years slip away
And the glory has faded,
Then what will we say?
The heart is a hunter,
The heart is a friend
Searching in the shadows,
Searching 'til the end
What good times we had,
Wouldnt worry about tomorrow
Cause tonight was all we had.
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