92 lyrics for "Day after day"

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! A man after midnight Won't somebody help me Chase the shadows away Take me through the darkness To the break of the day Is there a man out there? Someone to hear my prayer Half past twelve
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I'mma say today's my day Today's the day I've been waiting for Tomorrow won't come after all Yesterday is so far away And today is the only day Somebody please stop the clock Don't ever let this day stop I never wanna go home
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We're all in, we're all in love, yeah 'Cause after the afterparty, we're gonna keep it goin' We're gonna rip it up, the neighbors might complain Monday to Sunday doing it our way RiRi on replay, cheers to the weekday Uh huh, hey, uh huh, Monday to
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There’s nothing left to say, and so goodnight I’m empty like the day after Christmas Swept beneath the wave of your goodbye You left me on the day after Christmas Sad, how far you ran, I’ll search this land Up through the clouds then back here We could
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Is there life beyond the grave? And will I make the same mistakes, day after day? There must be a better way I know that one of these days I'll finally see you face to face at the golden gates Will you take me or will I fade into the grave? Forgive me
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And I don't know about tomorrow And the memory of a day like today Can get you through the rest of your life Bring on tomorrow (I've got today) When I am sitting in traffic some afternoon Or bored to death in some waiting room I am gonna close my eyes
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When it's rainin' on Sunday And pray that it's rainin' on Sunday, Stormin' like crazy, We'll hide under the covers all afternoon And baby whatever comes on Monday can take care of itself Cause we've got better things that we can do It ticks just like a
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Somewhere unforgiven Time will wait for you I will wait for you Drive to the night Far as it goes Away from the daylight Into the afterglow Down on the street Just let the engine run
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'Cause guys like me drink too many beers on Friday after work Our best blue jeans have Skoal rings We wear our boots to church So rough around the edges It's hard to believe that girls like you Love guys like me I wear a greasy ball cap I like my shirt
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