This year, Next year....
It all happends in the dark
a complicated knot ties up your time
and suddenly thatīs your lot.
It could be worse, it shoul be better
Itīs coming this year, next year,
sometime, never...
You get to see the world
and you learn a lot,
sprawled in the doorway
of expensive shops.
A broken doll in need of shelter.
Itīcoming this year, next year,
sometime, never...
You could hit a rich vein,
get on track
if you could shake that monkey of your back,
but heīs hangin on covering your eyes
whispering his seductive,
the futureīs bright it lasts forever
and itīs coming this year,
next year sometime, never
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