Tommorow's News Today

Oh man can i tell you about this one

Oh its come calling again

There was a chill in my house in the morning

And its so hard to begin

I can see my friends from the rooftops

I can see them smile and shake hands

There's a presence in my basement

Its a stage for tropial plants

Now my master is calling for me

"Where can my little understudy be?"

Oh he teaches me from the balcony

And I try so hard to please

But then one morning

Oh he called me to his side

I could see the absinthe

Twinkle in his eye

Saw a flicker in the floodlights

And made him close his eye and die

Now Im working as a cowards apprentice

And my shoes are so hot on the ground

All the brandy will warm my belly tonight

And the year go round and round

I changed my seats on the top ten..

Haven't got used to the way the stare

And the tears dont smear my facepaint

If it did I dont care

Cause I was struck by a painful notion

On a weekend trip to the ocean

That the hagrid seas will not recognize me

To all this comotion

And all those night sittin at the round table

Waiting on some kind of cable

All the bewilding from France

We're wilding like the tramps

And that cable oh it never came

But if it did I know what it would say

"Romance coma

Romance period

Romance, always romance"

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