Shapes of things before my eyes
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Just teach me to despise
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Will time make men more wise?
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Here within my lonely frame
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My eyes just heard my brain
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But will it seem the same?
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Come tomorrow, will I be older?
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Come tomorrow, may be a soldier
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Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today?
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Now the trees are almost green
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But will they still be seen
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When time and tide have been?
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Fallin' into your passing hands
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Please don't destroy these lands
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Don't make them desert sands
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Come tomorrow, will I be older?
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Come tomorrow, may be a soldier
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Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today?
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Soon I hope that I will find
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Thoughts deep within my mind
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That won't displace my kind
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Shapes Of Things
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| The Jeff Healey Band |
