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AC/DC, Through The Mists Of Time

See dark shadows on the walls See the pictures

Some hang, some fall

And the painted faces all in a line And the painted ladies

The painted ladies

Through the mists of time The mists of time

And the restless cries Through the mists of time On a mountain high Through the mists of time

Hear the whisper of the whirlwind Monster shadows, a light gone dim Dark horses roam in my sleep

Mystic voices conjure up our dreams And the painted ladies

The painted ladies

Through the mists of time The mists of time

And the restless cries Through the mists of time On a mountain high Through the mists of time

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