Hold Back The Tears - Chris Duarte

It's the same old story
Maybe my [Incomprehensible]
Every day is an endless dream
Of cigarettes and magazines
Again in this smoky place
I still belong, don't get me wrong
I still belong, don't get me wrong
I was dreaming of tomorrow
I was dreaming of tomorrow
I was dreaming of tomorrow
I was dreaming of tomorrow
Until its closing time
Come, picture paradise
I don't know what is real
And I can't touch when I can feign you
Mind, it wonders in confusion
Again in this lonely place
I still belong, don't get me wrong
I still belong, don't get me wrong
I was dreaming of tomorrow
I was dreaming of tomorrow
I was dreaming of tomorrow
I was dreaming of tomorrow
Until its closing time, oh no
Every day, a brand new day
And it's getting better all the time
And it's everywhere
You gotta look out for it that way, oh
It's the same old story
Maybe my [Incomprehensible]
Every day is an endless drinking
Of cigarettes and magazines
Again in this smoky place
I still belong, don't get me wrong
I still belong, don't get me wrong
I was dreaming of tomorrow
I was dreaming of tomorrow
I was dreaming of tomorrow
I was dreaming of tomorrow
Until its closing time
Closing time
Closing time
Closing time