Hoping For Too Much. all the songs you write leave 'em hanging on every word that you whisper 'til nobody sings along and the truth comes out just like those lies you can change your look but you can't ever change those minds caught on the aeroplanes shut up and turn the page or do you keep hope in “tomorrow's another day!“ and the wrongs you right leave you pining for a “well done, son“ or a chester-pin-it-on head down hand out something's wrong 'cos you've been hoping for too much for too long and the roses sprout deeper underground leave you wondering what it was that you never found head down hand out something's wrong you've been hoping for too much for too long now it's clear as night no-one's hanging on when the new day comes but tomorrow is long gone and i'm caught out still hanging on still
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