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Tomorrow's coming 'round like a hair-pin curve in the road |
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She's got a run in her stocking and she's missing the heel of her shoe |
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Got up this morning rolled out of bed |
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I spilled a Diet Coke |
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Called my mother |
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Said, 'Hi.' What I meant to say was: |
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'Why is your life a joke?' |
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Then I went down to that ugly bar and |
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I clicked my heels three times just like you said |
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And I climbed that road to your empty house |
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The anticipation was a turn-on...but you let me down |
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'Cause I stood on that empty street alone |
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I said, 'I'm ready for my close-up now, Mr. Demille.' |
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I waited for the light but it never shone |
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Well I wonder what you do with that expensive piece of land |
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That overlooks a billion years of history (I have a sneaking suspicion) |
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You will never understand |
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Hey maybe I'll see you down by the Rocky & Bullwinkle |
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And we can talk to that charlatan psychic |
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And she can paint a prettier picture of your future. |
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'Cause that day in my life... |
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That day in my life... |
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I dreamt tomorrow had a prettier face |
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I dreamt tomorrow would have better things to say |
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Than, 'You look like shit, what's your problem, bitch? |
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You're legs feel like sandpaper, you can't do anything right.' |
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'Cause that day never should have taken place |
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'Cause this day in my life still cannot explain |
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Why I listened in the first place |
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to you |
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Oh yeah, something else... |
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I hope one day you call up your father |
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And you have the guts to tell him how he hurt you |
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And he made you hurt another |
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'Cause it makes me sad. |