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Not TomorrowWild eyesDark skies Nothing seems to matter Women cry People die Our family is scattered Maybe I'm not like you Today I look for thuth Not tomorrow Not tomorrow Birds fly No good-bye Take my words from the earth No more lies From the other side The four winds scatter For years I seek your face Save yourself For your sake Not tomorrow Not tomorrow |