Tom: Eb
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I, I always believed in futures,
I hope for better in November.
Try the same booth, same lucky numbers.
It could be a cold night for a lifetime.
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Hey now, you can't keep singing endlessly,
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My darling, how long until this sun burns me?
Chorus:
G#
Say hello to good times,
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Trade up all the fast lines
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We close our eyes while the nickel and dime take the streets
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Completely.
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I, I always could count on futures,
And things would look up, they'd look up.
Why, so hard to find a balance
Between living decent and the cold and real.
Hey now, what is it you think you see?
My darling, now's the time to disagree.
