Max Frost & The Troopers - Shape of Things to Come [Stereo Single Version] Lyrics
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Shape of Things to Come [Stereo Single Version]
Shape of Things to Come [Stereo Single Version] Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Shape of Things to Come [Stereo Single Version] By Max Frost & The Troopers?
There's a new sun rising up angry in the sky
There's a new voice crying but not afraid to die Let the old world make believe it's blind and deaf and dumb But nothing can change the shape of things to come There are changes lying ahead on every road There are new thoughts ready and waiting to explode When tomorrow is today, the bells will toll for some But nothing can change the shape of things to come The future's coming on sweet and strong And no-one's gonna hold it back for long There are new dreams crowding out old realities There's revolution sweeping in like a fresh new breeze Let the old world make believe it's blind and deaf and dumb But nothing can change the shape of things Nothing can change the shape of things Nothing can change the shape of things Nothing can change the shape of things To come |
Who Wrote Shape of Things to Come [Stereo Single Version] By Max Frost & The Troopers?
Brian Craddock, Robert Michael Peloni
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What's The Duration Of The Shape of Things to Come [Stereo Single Version] By Max Frost & The Troopers?The duration of Shape of Things to Come [Stereo Single Version] is 1:57 minutes and seconds. |
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