| 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
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| 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
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| 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
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| Will all come true
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| And all my bright tomorrows belong to you
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| No one knows better than I
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| That luck keeps passing me by
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| 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
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| 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
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| Will all come true
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| And all my bright tomorrows belong to you |