| The walls are closing in
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| It’s getting hard to breathe
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| Thinking of cashing in my chips
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| Don’t have an ace up my sleeve
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| But I hear a little voice inside me say
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| Before I go and throw it all away
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| When it rains it pours
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| Such as the weatherman said
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| This is tomorrow calling
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| There are brighter days ahead
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| When living’s hard
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| And you think you’re better off dead
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| This is tomorrow calling
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| There are brighter days ahead
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| I look at my reflection
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| All I see are broken dreams
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| But I hear a voice say look a little deeper
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| It ain’t what it seems
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| There’s a light behind a house full of scars
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| Crack the shell and find out who you really are
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| When it rains it pours
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| Such as the weatherman said
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| This is tomorrow calling
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| There are brighter days ahead
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| When living’s hard
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| And you think you’re better off dead
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| This is tomorrow calling
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| There are brighter days ahead
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| In the darkness there’s a heaviness that ways me down
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| I moan like a rescue dog in the lost and found
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| No one in this stormy world to turn to
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| Except for that little voice like a patch of blue
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| When it rains it pours
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| Such as the weatherman said
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| This is tomorrow calling
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| There are brighter days ahead
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| When living’s hard
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| And you think you’re better off dead
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| This is tomorrow calling
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| There are brighter days ahead
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| This is tomorrow calling
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| There are brighter days ahead
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| This is tomorrow calling
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| There are brighter days ahead |