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• Artiste: Something With Numbers
• Titre: Yesterday
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I was hanging out on the corner of the street With my hands in my pockets just staring at my feet Listening to the Beatles from the burnt up radio I bought it for a dollar from a man in Terrigal Sifting through my sorrow, I never felt so low Drowning like a lizard, a human puppet show Standing at the peak of my bottom-dwelling self Thinking when's this gonna stop, and is it time for hell? And I just can't figure it out Did I make a mistake somehow? Oh, I wish there was a cheap way out I'm supposed to figure out tomorrow But all that I can think about is yesterday I'm supposed to figure out tomorrow But all that I can think about is yesterday Feeling like a failure, I wander down the street Tripping over on my hopelessness and burnt reality Laying on the side of the road I was afraid That I may never get up again and never feel the same She took hold of my hand, she never let it go She picked up all the pieces, she's my Marilyn Monroe Standing at the side where she looked into my eyes And she told me not to worry and to hold my head up high And I just can't figure it out Did I make a mistake somehow? Oh, I wish there was a cheap way out I'm supposed to figure out tomorrow But all that I can think about is yesterday I'm supposed to figure out tomorrow But all that I can think about is yesterday Tomorrow won't be easy, and neither will today I wanted to close my eyes and dream of yesterday But I won't do that, no I won't do that I can't do that anymore I'm supposed to figure out tomorrow But all that I can think about is yesterday I'm supposed to figure out tomorrow But all that I can think about is yesterday.