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Come tomorrow
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by Townes Van Zandt
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Could it be the season's changin'
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the winds of winter rearranging
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all the leaves like fallin' queens of sorrow
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Could be the freezing rain a-fallin'
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could be sad September callin'
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or maybe its knowin' she'll be gone
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Come tomorrow
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Well, it's strange how many tortured mornings
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fell upon us with no warning
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lookin' for a smile to beg and borrow
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It's over now, there is no returning
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a thousand bridges sadly burning
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and light the way I have to walk alone
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Come tomorrow
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I guess that no amount of lying
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to myself will stop the crying
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I guess I have to take things like they are
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The facts are plain to see, it's only
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that I ain't used to being lonely
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like I'm gonna be without you
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Come tomorrow
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Come tomorrow
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Come tomorrow
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| Townes Van Zandt |
