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Rush Shapes Of Things

[Originally by The Yardbirds] Shapes of things before my eyes, Just teach me to despise. Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame, My

: [Originally by The Yardbirds] Shapes of things before my eyes, Just teach me to despise. Will time make men more wise? Here within my lonely frame

tell the truth, we changed things Bringin' somethin' new that's everlasting, I'ma keep it real It's next to nothin', doin' the same thing 'cause less

their cities And converse among the wise But one day the streets fell silent Yet they knew not what was wrong The urge to build these fine things Seemed

who rush on through the crowd Towards their own quiet worlds, their separate places Somewhere I'm never allowed 'Cause I've always been one to say what I need And than the next thing

show the world you're my golden girl, when we shoppin' They see us on the streets, they say, "Son, scooped a hot one" You taste like banana cake, you shaped

Though it was you who said them in the first place Since then someone wrote them down To pay for his new beach space There's all these things you can't recall And things

smear them inside their mouths And as I, I turned around I could see the shape of a woman, perfect, perfectly erotic Squatting over a pile of these dead things

ready to do big things go ahead and call us Better involve us or else you're gonna face problems Two feet away from you the shape of revolvers And if