| It seems to me that nothing’s made to last
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| All in it’s time, becomes a thing of the past
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| A restless dream
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| Of things that could be
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| Urges us on, until we can see
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| Into tomorrows world
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| And as we reach to make it ours
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| It disappears with it’s elusive powers
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| But shadows reveal, where light’s comin from
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| Don’t stay in the dark, move into the sun
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| In tomorrows world
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| Perhaps it’s the best, to let the past be past
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| And not to cling to things that couldn’t last
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| Out security lies in who we are
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| And not the things that are under our power
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| In tomorrows world
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| A thousand ways to try and satisfy
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| A thousand times we have to say goodbye
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| So when Jack says to Jill: I do, I will
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| He needs to know that he’ll love her still
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| In tomorrows world
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| There must be something we can build upon
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| There must be someone, who goes on and on
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| Unchanged by time and all that has been
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| Who sees all things and things unseen
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| In tomorrows world |