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Today I may not have a thing at all |
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Except for just a dream or two |
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But I've got lots of plans for tomorrow |
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And all my tomorrows belong to you |
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Right now it may not seem like spring at all |
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We're drifting and the laughs are few |
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But I've got rainbows planned for tomorrow |
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And all my tomorrows belong to you |
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No one knows better than I |
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That luck keeps passing me by, that's fate |
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But with you there at my side |
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I'll soon be turning the tide, just wait |
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As long as I've got arms that cling at all |
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It's you that I'll be clinging to |
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And all the dreams I dream, beg, or borrow |
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On some bright tomorrow, they'll all come true |
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And all my bright tomorrows belong to you |
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As long as I've got arms that cling at all |
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It's you that I'll be clinging to |
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And all the dreams I dream, beg, or borrow |
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On some bright tomorrow, they'll all come true |
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And all my bright tomorrows belong to you |
