collecting things through out my life
tires me so, I'll leave you tomorrow
collecting one ev'ry day, is why I give
them away
they give me all the challenge I need
working the roads collecting one ev'ry day
I know you'll wear it well, tomorrow a dry bell
poppin' in the wind, jumpin' the gun when I fell
must slow down again, stop payin' the game
start givin' tomorrows away
I must I'm a prime suspect, I'm losin' trust
they're just an inch away at knowin'
I collect tomorrows ev'ry day
collectin; things through out my life
I'll leave you tomorrow, wear it well
without a lie
(c) JR.
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