If I dream about a perfect tomorrow
I can forget the troubles of today
I'll count the hours, minutes and seconds
'til I can throw it in a bin marked yesterday
One restless sleep and a new day emerges
Though its promises are broken without delay
The sun's not the only thing to dawn on me
Guess I'll throw my rose-tinted glasses away
So I trundle through and dream of tomorrow
Until I fall into bed with dismay
For my future became a little shorter
It seems I've wasted yet another today
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