Shape Of Things To Come by Cher
Magic, logic
The system works, but not for me
Look beyond the nearest moment
And you'll see
The shape of things to come
Somewhere deep in the city
I can feel you I know you're here
Baby, I'm just a pussy-cat
But not a one that you should fear
One, two, always love you
One, two, move up above you
Two, two, right in the face
Yes sir, no sir, three bags full so
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
Let me get you outta here
Tragic, logic
The system hurts, but not for me
I look beyond the farest moment
And I say
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
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