Lyrics Hope Tomorrow - The Weepies
Where
we
live
spring
comes
early
Trees
in
bloom
when
the
northern
country
Is
covered
in
snow
A
windy
fitful
day
in
winter
Charging
toward
the
Ides
of
May
The
climate
now
is
cling
to
splinters
We
hold
hands
while
we
work
and
play
And
hope
tomorrow
is
a
sunny
day
Where
we
live
men
are
women
Women
are
teenage
boys
And
everyone
wants
to
look
like
them,
But
be
like
men
Rubens
would
have
loved
you
And
painted
you
that
way
With
your
pen
and
paper,
Paying
quiet
attention
to
a
lady
with
a
plastic
face
So
thin,
so
thin
she
might
blow
away...
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