| Well, it’s late in the hour
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| And a few more grains of sand will fall
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| On the colorful flowers
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| Have 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 their years
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| Pray, a ray of light appears
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| To shine down on us here
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| Break down in the shape of things to come
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| But I’m moving on 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
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| But only for a moment now
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| Like an eye looking out
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| In the blue skies finds the roads, we will go down
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| I wonder what they hold for us
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| I hold my family to my breast
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| I fear the worst and hope the best
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| Will come to see us blessed
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| Break down in the shape of things to come
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| But I’m moving on 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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| Given one more try, wonder what I’d change?
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| I won’t deny, the thought is strange
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| I’ve done my best and I will lay no blame myself
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| Break down in the shape of things to come
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| But I’m moving on 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 |