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They hit the world In the rhythm of dreams Time surroundes us Much to much They hit the love From dawn to dust All alone in the desert And tomorrow will be your day
Yes tomorrow will be your turn And tomorrow will be your day And we dance this dance away Then the flowers fall.
They hit my hands with a stick A tast of blood in my mouth But there still my teethe Please lend me the easy breathing To go on with this song Or tomorrow it's up to you.
Yes tomorrow will be your turn And tomorrow will be your day And we dance this dance away Then the flowers fall.
The whole world is here Remaining the first dawn Don't close your eyes Don't close your door And come along with me It's not enoughe to embrace And wet ourselves with tears Or tomorrow will be your day
Yes tomorrow will be your turn And tomorrow will be your day And we dance this dance away Then the flowers fall
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