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A dollar in my wallet Some change in my pocket My face is worn From the sun
Keep thinking about tomorrow And better days ahead But tomorrow never comes Tomorrow never comes
Tomorrow never comes I walk along the highway My life inside a paper bag So many things I could have been So many things I
could have been A car pulls up beside me A loud sound I go down I look up at the sky As a jet plane flies by
It’s floating slowly across the sky |
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