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Somewhere between midnight and tomorrowYou'll want to be free of your constant sorrowI'll offer a bed of roses for your bed of nailsYou'll be drawn to my perfume, but the whiskey will prevailThen somewhere between midnight and tomorrowI'll have more trouble then I could ever borrowYou'll stagger and crawl, and wind up on your kneesAnd I'll witness the fall of the man you used to beAnd I'll pull off your boots and I'll turn out the lightsAnd I'll sit by the window but I will not fightThere'll be room for thinkin' in a night that's so hollowAnd I'll make up my mind between midnight and tomorrowSo many times I patiently followThe road that winds between midnight and tomorrowBut now I'm not sure if it leads anywhere'Cause now I'm not sure if you even caredAnd I'll pull off your boots and I'll turn out the lightsAnd I'll sit by the window but I will not fightThere'll be room for thinkin' in a night that's so hollowAnd I'll make up my mind between midnight and tomorrowAnd I'll make up my mind between midnight and tomorrowSomewhere between midnight and tomorrowI will be free of this constant sorrow From Letras Mania