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Marionettes walking around out of their cases Skid marks from street cars of innocent kids going out to the races Winning their places Hoping it doesn't rain But it's too late to cry about what the weatherman said Tomorrow will be blue instead of gray I'm tired of re-reading these letters that I should be throwing away Because mourning ties knots in my stomach hurts Faced with tone deaf music box tinkers composing their melodies Like wind up toys from singing boys waiting for something to happen “It doesn't matter, as long as it matters more than everyday” But it's too late to cry about what the weatherman said Tomorrow will be blue instead of gray I'm tired of re-reading these letters that I should be throwing away Tomorrow when I wake up I promise that things just won't be the same Once upon a time when I could believe in myself Once upon a time when I could believe in myself But it's too late to cry about things now Tomorrow when I wake up I promise that things just won't be the same |