Circumstances

Talk about, talk about tomorrow
Think about, think about tomorrow
Strange about the circumstances I'm getting low
Cause you had to leave so soon
Strange about the circumstances I'm getting low
This is what I share with you
You played many kinds of music, we shared lots of glorious days
You belonged to the inner circle: you were my best friend
You were my best friend. My best friend
Life's so hard, brings so many sorrows
Let's not talk, think about tomorrow
Strange about the circumstances I'm getting low
Nobody could be like you
Strange about the circumstances I'm getting low
I would love to be with you
You will never be forgotten, let's revive our childhood days
Seasons do not last forever. You were my best friend
Every single day, when we used to play. My best friend
Life's so hard, brings so many sorrows
Let's not talk, think about tomorrow
Let's not talk, think about tomorrow
Talk about, talk about today



Credits
Writer(s): Fran Quintana
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