| Here in the hush of evenin´
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| On a night in June
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| Overhearin´ conversations
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| Bayin´ at the moon
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| Suddenly a voice I´m hearin´s
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| Sweet to my ear
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| This is tomorrow´s callin´
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| Wishin` you were here
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| Layin´ in my hotel bedroom
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| Feelin´ ceilin´ blues
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| Wall to wall a TV´s twitchin´
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| Clearly not a muse
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| Then flashin´ through the interference
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| Beams a thousand tunes
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| This is tomorrow callin´
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| What have I to lose?
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| Truckin´ by the railway station
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| I´m on the road again
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| Steerin´ clear of all temptation
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| Unto the point of pain
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| When steamin´ through on cue
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| I hear that wailin´ whistle blow
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| If this is tomorrow callin´
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| Oh what a way to go!
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| Day to day you live old fashioned
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| Hi-toned, fancy free
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| A double take, an image-spittin´
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| Tailored to a T While history is tellin´ you
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| The same old thing
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| This is tomorrow callin´
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| Let´s stick a new oar in This is tomorrow callin´
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| Y´all ´n
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| Come on in |