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well it´s late in the hour and a few more grains of sand will fall
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on the colorful flowers grown upon the dust and moss
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now i feel the worst is near
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i hold them close and count they´re years
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and pray a ray of light appears
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to shine down on us here
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breakdown in the shape of things to come
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but i move along like a soldier
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and i say now when all is said and done
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it´s not ours to break, the shape of things to come
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there´s a crack in the clouds, but only for a moment now
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like an owl looking out, the blue sky spies the roads we will go down
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i wonder what they hold for us, i hold my family to my breast
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i feel the worst and hope the best will come to see us blessed
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breakdown in the shape of things to come
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but i move along like a soldier
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and i say now when all is said and done
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it´s not ours to break, the shape of things to come
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hey! hey!
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give me one more try in what i´ll change
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i won´t deny the thought is strange
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i´ve done my best and now we´ll ? myself
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breakdown in the shape of things to come
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but i move along like a soldier
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and i say now when all is said and done
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it´s not ours to break, the shape of things to come
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the shape of things to come
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the shape of things to come
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Shape of Things To Come
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