Sunday, 16 December 2012

We'll never stop shaping the mold

The earth will shake as the mountains crack
And all that's taken is given back
The Golden Age is coming round the bend
Just roll with it baby
Let go and shake a little tail feather
Go with it, just roll with it baby
Let go

And all the things that held us back
That drained us like an hourglass
Will disappear like sugar in the snow

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