If Tomorrow Comes

______(人名)'s drowning
　　in a puddle by the steam
　　no part to his songs tonight (?)
　　no sweeten of his dreams (?)
　　
　　she told him that it was over
　　Sunny day(?) it's the end
　　teardrops playing like ______ (leiken?)
　　to the roses beneath those sands (?)
　　
　　So blow out the candles
　　I won't be home tonight
　　No bed will want my bones
　　no arms will hold me tight
　　
　　I will lay down by the river
　　on a pillow made of stones
　　and if tomorrow comes
　　then I may be home
　　
　　curse your luck
　　curse this hideous thing call fate
　　she said all the friends I've ever loved
　　I always grow to hate
　　
　　She told him that it was over
　　Sunday(?)it hits the bricks
　　it's all just an illusion
　　a black magician's trick
　　
　　So blow out the candles
　　I won't be home tonight
　　No bed will want my bones
　　no arms will hold me tight
　　
　　I will lay down by the river
　　on a pillow made of stones
　　and if tomorrow comes
　　then I may be home

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