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Shapes of Things
by Black Stone Cherry



The shapes of things before my eyes
Just teach me to despise
Will time make man more wise?

Here within my lonely frame
My eyes just hurt my brain
Will time make man more sane?

Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, maybe a soldier?
Come tomorrow, may I be bolder than today
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written by Mccarty, Jim / Relf, Keith / Samwell-Smith, Paul
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