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(Radio) Of no tomorrow... |
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No tomorrow... |
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No tomorrow...... |
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Catch your breath as you watch your step |
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Head spinning round as you hit the ground |
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Present tense time is of essence |
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Hold the second hand going round the dial |
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And we got caught in the whirlwind |
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Torn by the storms of our lives |
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We counted - counted on something |
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That never could hold up our lives |
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By chance to see an inner light |
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Your wildest dreams bring a certain fright |
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Doubt arising from the shock |
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It's your head that's back on the block |
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And we got caught in the whirlwind |
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Torn by the storms of our lives |
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And just when we thought we had something |
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It turned into dust in our eyes |
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Out on the sea on a winter's day |
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Looking north over skies are gray |
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There I can see as the winds blow high |
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Do the storms still rage or maybe it's my eyes |
