Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
Shall it be a day of
Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow?
Oh dear Lord, let me not speak another lie or curse,
Rather let me pronounce the cures.
You and I are one
You see
You and I and the bumblebee
So take a big breath, and blow away,
All the lies that've crept in our stay.
Blow and blow and blow and blow
All the way
To another day
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
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