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The Shape of Things to GoI sat on that stool and shut my eyessaw the mem'ries where my sadness hidesand drifted back in heart-shaped dreamsthat oval mirror by her make-up chairwhere she once brushed her nut-brown hairlooked like a window to happier scenescos in the corner of my lonely mindare silouhettes of all she won't leave behindthe shape of things to goshe'll take with her down regret's long roadyesterday's shadow is dark and purpleit says fate is a vicious circlenow all I see when night begins to closeis the shape of things to gothat musicbox she bought in Cancunthe hands of time still feel that tuneand it feels like a void cold and blackthe gown she wore to that church in the pineslooks like pearly moonlight frozen in timehanging in our closet way in backsomehow I can see and feel and hearall I once had before it disappearsthe shape of things to goshe'll take with her down regret's long roadhow did I become the shortest anglein her crooked love trianglenow all I see when night begins to closeis the shape of things to gowide at the bottomnarrow at the topso life can drain throughto its last dropit looks like tomorrowmolded by years agowhen I began to weep, I told that barkeepto bag my jug to goyeah, the shape of things to goshe'll take with her down regret's long roadnow that our trust has been forsakenI shouldn't miss what she'll be takin'but all I see when night begins to closeis the shape of things to go(c)2005 Robert George