| And if tomorrow ever comes we’ll buy ourselves new boots and coats;
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| We’ll set things straight with all our friends. |
| (and I’m still waiting)
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| And if tomorrow ever comes we’ll send a check to the old man;
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| We’ll have the time to make amends. |
| (and I’m still waiting)
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| And if tomorrow ever comes we’ll learn to like to be deceived;
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| We’ll watch ourselves on video. |
| (and I’m still waiting)
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| And if tomorrow ever comes we’ll curse the day we were conceived;
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| We’ll wish that we had never known. |
| (and I’m still waiting)
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| No shoulder, no shoulder
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| No shoulder to cry on.
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| We’ll know how small we really are.
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| We’ll be amazed we’ve come this far.
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| We’ll rip the blinders from our eyes and truly see.
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| You’ll resurrect the crucifix atop a church of blackened sticks.
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| We’ll hope that we deserve to die unholy.
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| And if tomorrow ever comes, maybe we’ll get an explanation.
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| I’m living in the shadow of your glorious truth.
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| You played in the sunshine and dabbled in truth.
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| Now what have you given me to remember you by,
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| But hazy excuses and handful of lies.
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| And if tomorrow ever comes they’ll make us sorry we were young
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| But we’ll be satisfied and fed.
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| And if tomorrow ever comes they’ll make us speak with just one tongue;
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| We’ll think of things we should have said. |
| (and I’m still waiting)
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| No shoulder, no shoulder
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| No shoulder to cry on.
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| We’ll set ablaze the ship of fools.
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| We’ll drive the vermin from our schools.
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| We’ll drag them screaming to the dark and smoking street.
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| The crutch of vanity will crack
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| Beneath the burdens on your backs
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| As you are forced to torch the temples of conceit.
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| And if tomorrow ever comes, maybe we’ll get an explanation.
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| Everything was easier when you had your time.
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| You’ve taken my innocence and now you want my prime.
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| Don’t look so disappointed at my distrust,
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| Because you’ve taken everything…
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| Except my disgust.
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| And if tomorrow ever comes… |