| The touch of your hand, the heat of your flame
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| One of the things that will never stay the same
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| The smell of the wind, my lips on your lips
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| Mirrored reflections surrounding your biggest sin
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| But tomorrow brings no mistake
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| To our inner and outer life
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| Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
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| But tomorrow brings no mistake
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| To our inner and outer life
|
| Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
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| The finest array, I’ve something to say
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| Won’t let you go till I’ve found another way
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| The touch of your hand, the heat of your flame
|
| One of the things that will always stay the same
|
| But tomorrow brings no mistake
|
| To our inner and outer life
|
| Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
|
| But tomorrow brings no mistake
|
| To our inner and outer life
|
| Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
|
| The finest array, I’ve something to say
|
| Won’t let you go till I’ve found another way
|
| But tomorrow brings no mistake
|
| To our inner and outer life
|
| Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
|
| But tomorrow brings no mistake
|
| To our inner and outer life
|
| Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
|
| But tomorrow brings no mistake
|
| To our inner and outer life
|
| Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
|
| But tomorrow brings no mistake
|
| To our inner and outer life
|
| Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay |