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By this time tomorrow my sweetheart’s gone away with neither rage nor sorrow just nothing left to say No hearts were badly broken No harsh remarks were spoken We know for sure by now that it was never meant to be and I’m a better person now experienced and free No running tears need drying There’s no real need for crying Our quota of good arguments was filled right to the brim Our interlaced good futures were never to begin Still there’s no need for crying No falling tears need drying Why do I feel like dying? By this time tomorrow my sweetheart’s gone away and I’ll be just a shadow of the man I was today. |
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