| Don’t blow a lot of sunshine at me Try to fill me full of false hope
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| Pour me a drink and just keep quiet
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| Don’t hand me the bright side
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| Cause I know there ain’t one
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| My glass ain’t half full it’s dry
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| You say I shouldn’t try to drown my sorrow
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| You say there’ll always be tomorrow
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| Tomorrow packed up, tomorrow walked out
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| Tomorrow burned the tires off her Chevrolet
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| Moved back to Mama’s, left me here all alone
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| So don’t tell me about tomorrow man
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| Tomorrow is gone
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| I don’t need me a shoulder to cry on
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| I’ve got ol' Jose Cuervo
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| And he ain’t never let me down
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| Me and him might get a little crazy
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| If I’m lucky in a little while maybe
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| Her memory won’t be nowhere around
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| Excuse me I’ve got a lot of pride to swallow
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| And anyway I know more than you about tomorrow
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| Tomorrow packed up, tomorrow walked out
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| Tomorrow burned the tires off her Chevrolet
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| Moved back to Mama’s, left me here all alone
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| So don’t tell me about tomorrow man
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| Tomorrow is gone
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| Tomorrow packed up, tomorrow walked out
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| Tomorrow burned the tires off her Chevrolet
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| Moved back to Mama’s, left me here all alone
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| So don’t tell me about tomorrow man
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| Tomorrow is gone
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| Yeah tomorrow is gone |