| Achey bones are sticks and stones
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| And air birdy things
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| Of guitars and broken wrongs
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| Are what the conversation brings
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| At the end of the day, lay down and pray
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| Tomorrow will be better
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| And tomorrow will be better, baby
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| Missed calls and bathroom stalls
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| They’ll never be the same
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| Forty days with a broken heart
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| Not a single drop of rain
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| And all you can say is we’re gonna get paid
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| And sorry about the weather
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| And tomorrow will be better, baby
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| And you know it’s gonna be
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| Yeah, just you wait and see
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| Out of curiosity
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| Are you waiting on me?
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| So upset, my little Juliet
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| Who cares what the people say?
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| When the credits roll at the end of the show
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| You’re gonna find a smooth get away
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| Honey, don’t give in when it starts to spin
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| Running for your shelter
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| Tomorrow will be better, baby
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| And you know it’s gonna be
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| Yeah, just you wait and see
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| Out of curiosity
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| Hey, are you waiting on me?
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| You know it’s gonna be
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| Yeah, just you wait and see
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| Out of curiosity
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| Are you waiting on me? |