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Tomorrow used to be a day away

Now love is gone and you're into someone far away

I never thought the day would come

When I would see his hand not mine

Holding on to yours because I could not find the time

And now I can't deny

Nothing lasts forever

But I don't wanna leave and see the teardrops in your eyes

I don't wanna live to see the day you say goodbye

Now there comes another part of life I go alone...

Sitting at a bar with Chris that I can't leave

Cause my house ain't no home

I just wanna touch you girl

I wanna feel you close to me

Without your love I would give up now and walk away so easily

So maybe while we're young we'll figure out together

That even with the pain there's a remedy

We'll be all right

I don't wanna live to see the day you say goodbye

When I first met you I couldn't love anyone

But you stole my dreams and you made me see

That I can walk into the sun and I could still be me

And now I can't deny

Nothing lasts forever

But I don't wanna leave and see the teardrops in your eyes

So baby why break up

Lets figure out together

That even with the pain there's a remedy

And we'll be alright

I don't wanna live to see the day you say goodbye

We say goodbye

Oh goodbye

Goodbye

 

Hottie and the Blowfish

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Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

 

Dylan Thomas

 

 

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