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The Ghost Of Tom Waits

If Tomorrow Comes

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______(人名)'s drowning
  in a puddle by the steam
  no part to his songs tonight (?)
  no sweeten of his dreams (?)
  
  she told him that it was over
  Sunny day(?) it's the end
  teardrops playing like ______ (leiken?)
  to the roses beneath those sands (?)
  
  So blow out the candles
  I won't be home tonight
  No bed will want my bones
  no arms will hold me tight
  
  I will lay down by the river
  on a pillow made of stones
  and if tomorrow comes
  then I may be home
  
  curse your luck
  curse this hideous thing call fate
  she said all the friends I've ever loved
  I always grow to hate
  
  She told him that it was over
  Sunday(?)it hits the bricks
  it's all just an illusion
  a black magician's trick
  
  So blow out the candles
  I won't be home tonight
  No bed will want my bones
  no arms will hold me tight
  
  I will lay down by the river
  on a pillow made of stones
  and if tomorrow comes
  then I may be home

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