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Shape of Things to Come - Audioslave
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Shape of Things to Come Audioslave

Shape of Things to Come - Audioslave
[Verse 1]
Well, it's late in the hour
And a few more grains of sand will fall
On the colorful flowers
Grown upon the dust and moss
Now I feel the worst is near
I hold them close and count their years
Pray, a ray of light appears
To shine down on us here

[Chorus]
Break down in the shape of things to come
But I'm moving on like a soldier
And I say now when all is said and done
It's not ours to break the shape of things to come

[Verse 2]
There's a crack in the clouds
But only for a moment now
Like an eye looking out
In the blue skies finds the roads, we will go down
I wonder what they hold for us
I hold my family to my breast
I fear the worst and hope the best
Will come to see us blessed
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