No, I don't know why I've been dreaming of fame I've been dreaming of gold I've been dreaming of change Dreaming up tomorrow Dreaming up tomorrow Dreaming up tomorrow, tomorrow
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must hang up in the belfry where the bats and moonlight laugh We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past Into the caverns of tomorrow with
style Martin Degville, James Ray, X, Kavanagh, Yan, ya, ya Stereo, video, sci-fi sex, let's go-go-go, let's go Oh, Saturn dreams, laser beams 21st century
walls, a sea with no name Where you lie adrift with the heroes of the devil's arcade You sleep and you dream, your buddies Charlie and James And wake
cked But, hold up! The nigga Black answers with "So What!" "I gives a f-ck, shoot the hoe up, still won't show up" Hung the phone up, toss it back and
think I've often seen Pretty much this situation Except I'd still be Steve McQween So what would you do if you wake tomorrow No more sorrows, your dreams
james he loves to walk, It's he all he knows from them It's all he wants, and some day someone said, "james if you run for me, i can make your dreams
James Taylor Morning, sing me a song Afternoon, bring it along Nighttime, show me a friend Say it again Send a good dream my way Wednesday, feeling just
She's roaring like her 20's, like there ain't no tomorrow. living in the past, makes yeaterday seem modern. Fascinating culture, creeping up like ivy
You can't stay here till tomorrow Welcome to the club of broken hearts Where a thousand lonely souls have passed [chorus] Sooner or later you're gonna wake up
can see I want to be wanted Wanted for love I want to be Wanted 'Cause I'm reaching out to be Wanted for love To sleep Crowned with tomorrow To dream And wake up
must hang up in the belfry Where the bats and moonlight laugh We must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past And in the caverns of tomorrow With
I think I've often seen pretty much this situation except I'd still be Steve McQween So what would you do if you wake tomorrow no more sorrows, your dreams
is fucked But, hold up! The nigga Black answers with ?So What!? ?I gives a fuck, shoot the hoe up, still won't show up? Hung the phone up, toss it back
KENNEDY (Inaugural address, January 20, 1961) "They re standing up, waiting to see if Maris is going to hit number 61" (Announcer at ballpark as Roger Maris stepped up
