(Lyrics & Music Paul Williams)
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Tomorrow
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Tomorrow never comes
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What kind of a fool
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Do they take me for?
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Tomorrow
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A 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, Yeah!
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Tomorrow
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Tomorrow, as they say
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Another working day and another chore
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Tomorrow
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An 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 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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Tomorrow
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Tomorrow's far away
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Tomorrow, as they say,
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Is reserved for dreams
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Tomorrow
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Tomorrow'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
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Tomorrow
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Emiliana Torrini |