| I think it’s going to be all right
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| I think it’s going to be just fine
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| I think it’s going to get much better than before
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| I think we’re going to see the sun
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| I think we’re going to have some fun
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| I think we’re going walk out through the open door
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| And maybe when we wake up in the morning
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| Maybe when the darkness starts to fade
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| Maybe in a paper boat we’ll both just float away
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| Underneath the river trees
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| Off towards a lazy sea
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| Underneath the bridge that carries people home
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| Past the church where Jesus saves
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| Up and down upon the waves
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| Sailing off towards adventures of our own
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| Maybe when we wake up in the morning
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| Maybe when the darkness starts to fade
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| Maybe in a paper boat we’ll both just float away
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| Maybe when we wake up in the morning
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| Maybe when the trumpet starts to play
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| Maybe in a paper boat we’ll both just float away
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| (Trumpety bit)
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| I think it’s going to be good fun |