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You lost all the fears of the father
In the blur of a Tuesday night
You sucked all the faces of sorrow
Through the rush of the neon light
You screamed through the streets of a city
That were drenched in the morning sun
I'll awake many days from tomorrow
And won't believe all the things that you done
You lay beneath pictures of Neptune
Submerged in the bathtup gin
You took all the fortunes of Pharaoh
To slap them on red for to win
You'll climb out from under the shelter
And laugh if you've lost or you've won
I'll awake many days from tomorrow
And won't believe all the things that you done
So I'm chasing the trails of your veil
Through the clinks of the clockwork chime
In a chariot built for racing
With a horse that's past his prime
Now my rolltop's up for sale
And though the takers may only be few
I'll sell near all my tomorrows
For a Tuesday night with you
You nailed the back of the morning
To a lamppost out by the dawn
You burned all the fiddles of Nero
And started the fires of Rome
You'll give up whatever it takes
To slow up to the rise of the sun
I'll awake many days from tomorrow
And won't believe all the things that you done
WRITERS
James Downes
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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