| Baby, baby, here, look at me, yes, I know, I know
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| Maybe, maybe, it’s not worth a damn
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| All the things we do to ourselves, we don’t understand
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| But who can say what tomorrow will be, we’ll see
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| All our tomorrows find their own ways
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| And hear the sound of a distant thunder fading away
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| Well, every lonely night we’ll make our own brand of delight
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| And take all the comfort we may
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| Baby, baby, just look at me, yes, it shows how it shows
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| Nothing worked out but I thought it would
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| I could’ve done worst in a soul, I must have done good
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| But who can say what tomorrow will be, we’ll see
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| All our tomorrows find their own ways
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| (Find their own ways)
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| And hear the sound of a distant thunder fading away
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| For every lonely night we’ll make our own brand of delight
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| And take all the comfort we may
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| I found a love in the strangest place
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| And refuge from the cold of the night
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| In a stranger’s face, your face
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| For every lonely night we’ll make our own brand of delight
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| And take all the comfort we may
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| All our tomorrows find their own ways
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| (Find their own ways)
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| And hear the sound of a distant thunder fading away
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| For every lonely night, yeah, we’ll make our own brand of delight
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| And take all the comfort we may
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| Take all this comfort we may
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| All our tomorrows find their own ways
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| All our tomorrows fading away
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| All our tomorrows find their own ways |