Tomorrow Comes a Day Too Soon Lyrics

Song	Tomorrow Comes a Day Too Soon
Artist	Flogging Molly
Album	Within a Mile of Home
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	作曲 : Casey, Hensley, King, Maxwell ...
	You, you never looked so good
	Sipping life down like
	I wish I could
	But these sober tears are all that's left to shed
	Sandy's soul, now made of bread
	Face down beneath the rubble lies a man
	Tales of the future already in the past
	And of himself, well, he hasn't much to say
	But wake the gods, it's a droodlin' day
	He said, "I left my home where the dead never roseBut the streets of gold I've yet to findAnd at the end of the day, all you can do is prayWithout hope, well, you might as well be blind, yeah, be blindTomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soonAngel, sweet angel of my youthWhere have you gone? You flew away too soonThis brick I built, now builds a higher wallSee it crumble, hear me fallThere hangs the fool, who once had it allHe said, "
	I left my home where the dead never rose
	But the streets of gold
	I've yet to find
	And at the end of the day all you can do is pray
	Without hope, well, you might as well be blind, yeah, be blind
	Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon
	And though the road has yet to rise
	On these hundred years that passed me by
	And the blood with the river flows
	Through the crimson field never sung
	And, no, never sung
	He said, "I left my home where the dead never roseBut the streets of gold I've yet to findAnd at the end of the day all you can do is prayWithout hope, well, you might as well be blind, yeah, be blindTomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soonTomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soonAh, well you, you never looked so good

	zuo qu : Casey, Hensley, King, Maxwell ...
	You, you never looked so good
	Sipping life down like
	I wish I could
	But these sober tears are all that' s left to shed
	Sandy' s soul, now made of bread
	Face down beneath the rubble lies a man
	Tales of the future already in the past
	And of himself, well, he hasn' t much to say
	But wake the gods, it' s a droodlin' day
	He said, " I left my home where the dead never roseBut the streets of gold I' ve yet to findAnd at the end of the day, all you can do is prayWithout hope, well, you might as well be blind, yeah, be blindTomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soonAngel, sweet angel of my youthWhere have you gone? You flew away too soonThis brick I built, now builds a higher wallSee it crumble, hear me fallThere hangs the fool, who once had it allHe said, "
	I left my home where the dead never rose
	But the streets of gold
	I' ve yet to find
	And at the end of the day all you can do is pray
	Without hope, well, you might as well be blind, yeah, be blind
	Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon
	And though the road has yet to rise
	On these hundred years that passed me by
	And the blood with the river flows
	Through the crimson field never sung
	And, no, never sung
	He said, " I left my home where the dead never roseBut the streets of gold I' ve yet to findAnd at the end of the day all you can do is prayWithout hope, well, you might as well be blind, yeah, be blindTomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soonTomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soonAh, well you, you never looked so good

	zuò qǔ : Casey, Hensley, King, Maxwell ...
	You, you never looked so good
	Sipping life down like
	I wish I could
	But these sober tears are all that' s left to shed
	Sandy' s soul, now made of bread
	Face down beneath the rubble lies a man
	Tales of the future already in the past
	And of himself, well, he hasn' t much to say
	But wake the gods, it' s a droodlin' day
	He said, " I left my home where the dead never roseBut the streets of gold I' ve yet to findAnd at the end of the day, all you can do is prayWithout hope, well, you might as well be blind, yeah, be blindTomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soonAngel, sweet angel of my youthWhere have you gone? You flew away too soonThis brick I built, now builds a higher wallSee it crumble, hear me fallThere hangs the fool, who once had it allHe said, "
	I left my home where the dead never rose
	But the streets of gold
	I' ve yet to find
	And at the end of the day all you can do is pray
	Without hope, well, you might as well be blind, yeah, be blind
	Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon
	And though the road has yet to rise
	On these hundred years that passed me by
	And the blood with the river flows
	Through the crimson field never sung
	And, no, never sung
	He said, " I left my home where the dead never roseBut the streets of gold I' ve yet to findAnd at the end of the day all you can do is prayWithout hope, well, you might as well be blind, yeah, be blindTomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soonTomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soonAh, well you, you never looked so good

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