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.
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That day
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| Poe |
