There's a flip side to every coin. Like every dark night has its brightest morning. All day and all night I keep spinning - like the wheels in my head; I was born with it.
So tonight I lie awake and ponder thoughts of yesterday. Then I tear off that rearview and look straight into a new day, a new way. 'Cause the past ain't full of what can hold me, "It's the promise of tomorrow," mama told me.
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