Tytuł: Shapes Of Things

• Wykonawca: David Bowie
• Wyświetleń: 297

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
  But will it seem the same
  
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  (Come tomorrow), will I be older
  (Come tomorrow), maybe a soldier
  (Come tomorrow), may I be bolder than today
  
  Now the trees are almost green
  But will they still be seen
  When time and tide have been
  Boy into your passing hands
  Please don't destroy these lands
  Don't make them desert sands
  
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  Soon I hope that I will find
  A seed within my mind
  That won't disgrace my kind