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Tomorrow's Paper - Mick Flannery

Go now and be famous

Live up to what we're sayin'

You know we only want the best for you in the end

We'll put it on a plate so

You take just what you need to

Come on you know you want it all you'd die to see to

All these riches baby

See all these riches baby

All this gold and silver

All this fame and splendour

No sir I was never meant for

Photos for tomorrow's paper

Hey could you look over here no more

Would I let you down if

I said I didn't want it

I've only ever tried to say it straight but now it's

Good as your last performance

God help you disappoint us

I love it but it's what you pay to play always

Hey one question for

Just one question for

Your little heart that's beating

Your little heart that's beating

When's it gonna tire of hearing

Sad sad songs a playing

Nothing's ever really far from fading out

All these riches baby

See all these riches baby

All this gold and silver

All this fame and splendour

No sir I was never meant for

Photos for tomorrow's paper

Hey could you look over here no more