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Tomorrow - Andreas Kullberg
hold me tight and don't let go, please pretend once more
that you still want me, right by your side. and you'll stay here, tomorrow.
your lips moving, I can't hear you, drifting of to where we used to go.

from the station, past the state park; where the skylight shows the way.
in the nighttime, turing slowtime, we came.

look in my eyes, wipe my tears. smile for me just this once
and let's just say, it's all just a dream. and you'll be here tomorrow.

I am styling, your not listening, drifting of to where we used to go

from the station, past the state park; where the skylight shows the way.
if you love me, I will love you. like an slowsloth in your heart.


you know sometimes the world closes in on you and it seems there is no end to your problems. sometimes the sadows of the past catches up with you, like on a rainy day and there you are standing in the middle of the life you were given like the beautiful, sensational being you are. and it's fucking pouring down as you run for cover somewhere.
some place where there's kind people, a dry blanket, a soft word, a warm fireplace and maybe even some peas.