22 lyrics for "Too late in the day"

And they say She's in the Class A Team She's stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries The worst things in life come free to us It's too cold outside
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Today is the first day of the rest of our lives Tomorrow is too late to pretend Everything's all right I'm not getting any younger as long as you don't get any older I'm not going to state that yesterday never was Bloodshot deadbeat and lack of sleep
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If today was your last day And tomorrow was too late Could you say goodbye to yesterday? Would you live each moment like your last? Leave old pictures in the past Donate every dime you have? Would you call old friends you never see? Reminisce old
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Outta nowhere, outta nowhere Sooner or later that spark just disappears Every time one of us ending up in tears Is it good that we hurt every day? Is this worth all the pain that we feel inside? Am I too blind to see this is happening to me I live the
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You say daddy come home I hope when I get there that it won't be too late We'll just have to wait I'm sending this letter I'll mail it today There's so many things I've been wanting to say Your mom sent some pictures And my how you've grown Rock n' roll
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Black Sails at Midnight Out of the darkness they came With cannons a'raging and torches aflame Slaying all poseurs who stand in their way You're dead by daylight Your fate Too late Go the cold moonlight reflecting off your blade So many centuries spent
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They never learn Of no return The damage is done Just happy to serve Beyond, beyond the point And it's too late
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Right now, masquerade Master the merry go round It's never ever too late Right now, it's something you create Right now, okay to make a mistake Yeah baby this is your day And now, I don't wanna take you if we fall down, don't get upset And now, is just
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It's too bad it's too bad It's too bad we had no time to rewind Let's walk, let's talk Too late, so wrong, so long It's too late, so wrong, so long Father's hands are lined with dirt From long days in the field Mother's hands are serving meals
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