n the hazy hazy past we heard the music play, mystic bolts of lighting thunder from the stage. In the confusion of our age, somethings lost in time but the music still remains in the backstreets of my mind. [solo] In the hazy hazy past we heard the music play, mystic bolts of lighting thunder from the stage. [bridge] they learnt to write it down and record it with skill some got lost on drugs some in dollar bills i know that greed is ugly but i don,t blame them still the bipolar side of fame would make anybody ill. [bridge] now the drummers lost a stick the guitarist a string the singers lost his voice the sound man,s gone home dawns inevitability makes us rush for the train the thunder and the lightning turn to heavy rain. In the hazy hazy past we heard the music play, mystic bolts of lighting thunder from the stage. [outro]
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