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Tomorrow, they may build another wall
Tomorrow might be short to live and too long a fall
Tomorrow might be afterlife for ones who decay
Tomorrow the sky may pour and wash their sins away
Tomorrow, the sun may not shine
What's the point in the news today, it's the weatherman's sky
Tomorrow might fabricate just like yesterday
Silly minds of silly people and silly games they play
Silence before the storm,
And then silence shall fall again.
Tomorrow you may run your race alone
And the one who knows, the turns to take is the stranger on the phone.
Tomorrow may be aftermath of a gurantee of lies
'Cause overrated future gives you rights to survive.
Silence before the storm,
And then silence shall fall again.
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