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I'll wake up tomorrow and everything will be the same
And I'll wake up after tomorrow and every thing will be the same
But I'll wake up next month and a few of the things are going to be different
I'm awake this year and all of it has changed


I'd tell that first me,
You're so young
And lovely
But you think that you can run
Before tomorrow comes


When you trip and stop you'll notice day by day it's all the same
Same pain, same skin
They just change shape
You can't choose when next year will come
Next year comes anyway


Too late, too late, too late