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TomorrowTomorrow never comes |
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What kind of a fool |
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Do they take me for? |
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TomorrowA resting place for bums |
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A trap set in the slums |
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But I know the score |
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I won't take no for an answer |
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I was born to be a dancer now, |
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Yeah!Tomorrow |
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Tomorrow, as they say |
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Another working day and another chore |
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TomorrowAn awful price to pay |
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I gave up yesterday |
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But they still want more |
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They are bound to compare me |
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To Fred Astaire when |
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I'm done yeah |
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Anyone who feels the rhythm |
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Movin' through em |
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Knows it's gonna do em good |
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To let the music burst out |
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When you feel assured |
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Let the people know it |
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Let the laughter loose |
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Until your scream |
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Becomes a love-shout, ah, yeah |
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TomorrowTomorrow's far away |
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Tomorrow, as they say, |
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Is reserved for dreams |
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TomorrowTomorrow's looking grey |
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A playground always locked |
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Trains no winning teams |
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Won't take no for an answer |
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I was born to be a dancer now, yeah |
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Anyone who feels the rhythm through em |
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Knows it's gonna do em good |
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To let the music burst out |
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When you feel assured |
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Let the people know it. |
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Let your laughter loose |
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Until your scream becomes a love shout |
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Aaaaah |
