If I was to die tomorrow
The world will be filled with sorrow
All the young girls
With golden hair and curls
Will cry their hearts away
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If I was to die tomorrow
Cry your hearts out in sorrow
Sing my praises and songs
Say that I did no wrongs
A hero has gone away
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But if tomorrow comes late
And I’m still standing straight
Far from being dead
You still go ahead
Sing my praises anyway
If I was to die today
You’d have so much to say
Say that I was a good man
The greatest son of the land
But now he’s gone away
If I was to die today
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If I was to die tomorrow
Drown yourself in sorrow
Sob and cry and drop your tears
Remember me for a trillion years
After I’m buried below
If I was to die tomorrow
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If I was to die yesterday
There would be no time to play
Just take my time machine
The one you’ve never seen
Bring me back to stay
If I was to die yesterday
A footballer’s life is so much fun
Getting paid to kick and run
If there’s something they have won
It’s a contract worth a trillion
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You see them smile. You see them laugh
When posing for a photograph
Fans dying for their autographs
Like they’re pink polka-dotted giraffes
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They drive around in fancy cars
Meet celebrities and superstars
Drink wine and smoke cigars
In the city’s expensive bars
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At the peak of their shallow fame
They find themselves beautiful dames
Who act in films with royal names
And take home awards and acclaims
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Here I am with my loyal cat
Writing about this and that
Growing old with belly fat
Such’s a life of a poet
My father used to sing a lullaby
I sing the same to my son
But I don’t think that he will comply
And sing it to his son
He falls asleep in a minute
As soon as my song’s begun
He’s never heard the whole of it
End of a tradition
Let me tell you about my man
He is kind and sweet
He makes me feel special
But also incomplete
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Whenever I am upset
A smart joke he would crack
He does the same with other girls
And flirts behind my back
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He hangs out with other girls
More often than he does with me
He assures me, “They’re just friends.
You’re the only one for me.”
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He remembers all about those girls
Every word that they say
Every little thing they do
But forgets my birthday
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He’s found a new girl lately
Drives her around in his car
I wish I could pluck her eyeballs out
But I would never go that far
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I’ve been waiting in this cafe
For an hour or maybe more
I guess he’s forgotten all about me
He was supposed to be here at four
My girl is a sweet heart
Her love for me is true
But when she met Charlie Williams
She said, “He’s better than you.”
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Charlie’s got the riches
He has nailed the looks
He’s witty and intelligent
He reads all sorts of books
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Charlie’s got the finest clothes
Drives around in a fancy car
“He’s got the perfect smile,” she says
“And he even plays the guitar”
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My girl’s going out with him
They look happy together too
I ain’t one bit jealous
I ain’t feeling blue
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Now Charlie, you may not know me
But I’ve got some words for you
Better kill all finer men
Or she will leave you too
Here I am at my desk
Doing my regular work
I’m doing the best I can
Trying not to be a jerk
There’s so much work to be done
So many files to complete
So many people to please
So many deadlines to meet
Is this what I was born for?
I won’t be coming to work tomorrow
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There is so much pressure
That it gives me a fright
I think about it at home
I think about it at night
I try to catch some sleep
But it is just no good
I do what I shouldn’t
I smile when I should
Yell and say, “I can’t take it anymore”
I won’t be coming to work tomorrow
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I feel like a robot
Doing the same old stuff
Except that it gets harder
Except that it gets tough
For I have no motivation
I have no regards
For work that is perfectly
Suitable for retards
I should have quit this place a long time ago
I won’t be coming to work tomorrow
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The screen’s getting blurry
The keyboard’s laughing at me
The mouse is getting squeaky
Is this where I should be?
The pen refuses to write
The fingers refuse to type
The head knows not what is right
Is this all a massive hype?
Don’t you feel sorry for my sorrow?
I won’t be coming to work tomorrow
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I’ve got a solution
I’d quit and I’ll resign
I don’t give a damn
I won’t stay here till nine
I’d spend time with my kids
I’d spend time with my wife
I’d do all that I love
I’d go out and live my life
So I grab my boss’ collar and let him know
I won’t be coming to work tomorrow
My little sister, Allefly
With hair of crimson red
Very timid, mousy and shy
A tiny worm can get her scared
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She is scared of the dark
Never wants the light to go away
Pretty scared when stray dogs bark
From school to home, on her way
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But she isn’t afraid of telling the truth
Nor even afraid to speak her mind
Like the time she broke Anne’s tooth
And confessed to being quite unkind
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Nor is she afraid of any bully
Neither afraid to say ‘No’
Like the time Little Wooly
Asked her out for a show
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She is neither scared of me
Though I have more numbers to my age
She punches me when we disagree
And then puts on a loving bandage
I flashed a light in the sky
With a small mirror in my hand
And beheld with my naked eye
A UFO dropped down on land
And out came two green creatures
With a tail each and eyes a-poppin’
A thousand other eerie features
The aliens had come a-droppin’
I looked up at the sky again
For I found it quite hard to digest
“Why can’t He throw down snow or rain
Instead of peculiar green guests?”
3 voices in my head
Scream and shout
Make my head all dizzy
Fill me up with doubt
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3 voices in my head
One asks me to wake
Two likes to stay in bed
Three just needs a break
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3 voices in my head
One wants me to write
Two raises his voice
Three gets into a fight
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3 voices in my head
One tells me to work
Two is lazy
Three goes berserk
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3 voices in my head
I listen to None
She is peaceful and quiet
She’s a lot of fun
Frank Solanki 