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hauubs - there's always tomorrow lyrics

and i heard, you’re the one
that makes me cry, when the clock strikes five

and i know, that i’ll be around
so i keep a knife, right by my thigh

when it’s cold and i’m freezing, and i’m starving for reasons
when i’m tired and slow breathing, will you still be believing
that i’m fine, when i’m lying

when it’s cold and i’m freezing, and i’m starving for reasons
when i’m tired and slow breathing, will you still be believing
that i’m fine, when i’m lying

i’m lying through my t++th
your br++sts make me weak
i can feel the heat in between
as it drowns my sorrow underneath
i just want to be thе one thing you need
as i guide you off your feet
do you feel wherе you’re supposed to be?
is it with me?

oh, i can’t relate
to the sixth day, it’s a sat+rday
oh, i can’t relate
to the seventh day, it’s a sunday

but there’s always tomorrow
there’s always tomorrow baby

when i heard, you were the one
it made me glad, that i’m alive

i knew, how you’d be found
in the ice, distant from the towns

when i was cold and i was freezing, i was starving for reasons
i was tired and slow breathing, but you still kept believing
i tried to lie, but i couldn’t stop cryin’

i couldn’t stop cryin’ baby
but at least i tried
at least i tried
i couldn’t stop cryin’ baby
but at least i tried
at least i tried

oh, i can’t relate
to the sixth day, it’s a sat+rday

oh, i can’t relate
to the seventh day, it’s a sunday

but there’s always tomorrow
there’s always tomorrow baby

can you stop wiping his hand, you can tell that he’s dead
he’s been gone twenty minutes, fell right on his head
all the good things, that i should’ve dared to say
they slipped my tongue, i swallowed my praise
can you stop wiping his hand, you can tell that he’s dead
he’s been gone twenty minutes, fell right on his head
all the good things, that i should’ve dared to say
they slipped my tongue, i swallowed my praise

oh, i can’t relate (was i close to what you wanted?)
to the sixth day, it’s a sat+rday (i’m okay to being haunted)

oh, i can’t relate (was i close to what you wanted?)
to the seventh day, it’s a sunday (i’m okay to being haunted)

oh, i can’t relate (was i close to what you wanted?)
to the sixth day, it’s a sat+rday (i’m okay to being haunted)

oh, i can’t relate (was i close to what you wanted?)
to the seventh day, it’s a sunday (i’m okay to being haunted)
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