Supreme Beings of Leisure - Nothin' Like Tomorrow Lyrics
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Nothin' Like Tomorrow
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What Are The Lyrics For Nothin' Like Tomorrow By Supreme Beings of Leisure?
Nothing like tomorrow
Vapor kiss memory of such longing Whispered dream gone before the morning Time is such a funny thing It pulls you on like silly string Oh the pain and sorrow Never thought the haunting of Such a temporary love Could make me beg and borrow Nothing like tomorrow Nothing like tomorrow Sugar sweet I won't forget the dawning All alone smiles come throught the yawning Love is such a funny thing It pulls me on like silly string Something like a good dream If they find that I am lost Point me to the nearest cross Naked as a moonbeam Nothing like tomorrow Nothing like tomorrow Nothing like tomorrow Calling whispers sent to you at the speed of light At the speed of light Calling whispers sent to you at the speed of light At the speed of light Calling whispers sent to you at the speed of light Nothing like tomorrow Nothing like tomorrow Nothing like tomorrow There is nothing like tomorrow Love is such a funny thing Nothing like tomorrow And I'm waiting for tomorrow Nothing like tomorrow Nothing like tomorrow |
Who Wrote Nothin' Like Tomorrow By Supreme Beings of Leisure?
Geraldine Soriano, Kiran Shahani, Ramin Sakurai, Rick Torres
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What's The Duration Of The Nothin' Like Tomorrow By Supreme Beings of Leisure?The duration of Nothin' Like Tomorrow is 4:43 minutes and seconds. |
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