| Tomorrow’s coming 'round
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| A hair-pin curve in the road
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| She’s got a run in her stocking
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| 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 said, «Hi»
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| What I meant to say was, «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
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| But you let me down
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| 'Coz, 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
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| I have a sneaking suspicion, you will never understand
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| Hey maybe I’ll see you down by the Rocky and 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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| 'Coz that day in my life, 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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| 'Coz that day, never should have taken place
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| 'Coz this day, in my life still cannot explain
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| Why I listened in the first place 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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| 'Coz it makes me sad |