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Emiliana Torrini - Crouçie D'ou Lá
Tomorrow
tomorrow never comes
what kind of a fool
do they take me for?
tomorrow
a resting place for bums
a trap set in the slums
but i know the score
i won't take no for an answer
i was born to be a dancer now, yeah
tomorrow
"tomorrow", as they say
another working day
and another chore
tomorrow - mmmm...
an awful price to pay
i gave up yesterday
but they still want more
they are bound to compare me
to Fred Astaire when i'm done, yeah
anyone who feels the
rhythm runnin' through him
knows it's gonna do him
good to let the music burst oooooooooooout
when you feel it - show it
let the people know it
let the laughter loose
until your scream becomes a loveshout, aaaaaaaaahhh!
yeah...
tomorrow
tomorrow's far away
"tomorrow", as they say
is reserved for dreams
tomorrow - uh...
tomorrow's looking grey
a playground always locked
trains no winning teams
won't take no for an answer
i was born to be a dancer now, yeah
anyone who feels the
rhythm movin' through him
knows it's gonna do him
good to let the music burst oooooooout
when you feel it, show it
let the people know it
let the laughter loose
until your scream becomes a loveshoooooout, aaaaaaah!
(yeah)
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