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You tell me tomorrow may be comingSometimes I wonder if it hasn't already beenBut like the firebreathing rebelI'm not sure what I meanAll I know is you're not me and that you'll never beHe tells me the future is not to be believed in"Don't waste your wishes on what hasn't already been"But like the strong arm policemanHe's not sure what he meansAll he knows is he can't see what he will come to beHe says if we burn up the roof from above usWe surely will see the light and maybe moreBut like the burnt out hookerWe'll only see down to the floorAll we know is that we're here until we are set free From Letras Mania