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Another Diseased Bovary
I'll tell you right now
I know I'll be sad
Cause all I have is tomorrow
The dreams in my head and the shirt on my back
The few things I begged and borrowed
One of these days
I'll open my eyes
And cry tell there's nothing left
Cry over every smile
Cry under every breath
Chorus:
I won't smile tell
Our music
Melts the stars
I won't smile tell
Our music
Melts the stars
Tomorrow will be yesterday
And all will become the past
Every dream filled in with stone
But empty like all the rest
These dreams have become so heavy
I can barley lift my feet
I sink into the water
The only ground under me
Chorus
All is done
With the timing of
Apocalypse dawn
My prayers for escape are answered
As my hands wrap around the sun
I'll tell your right now
I know I'll be sad
Cause all I have is tomorrow
The dreams in my head and the shirt on my back
The few things I begged and borrowed
I won't smile tell
Our music
Melts the stars
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An' he just smoked my eyelids
An' punched my cigarette.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
Last edited by revolutionlh1012 : 10-18-2006 at 12:01 AM.
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