| We began with hands and eyes
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| And our lips were careless and free
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| And you’d never think before a kiss
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| And I’d never fear childish laughter
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| And we’d never think about thereafter
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| And I said «yes, tomorrow I’ll go»
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| And we agreed
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| Then we talked of life and love
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| And reasons and destinies
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| And we asked each other always why
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| And like children, we puzzled the answers
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| And as children, we were always sure
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| And I said «yes, but tomorrow I’ll go»
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| And we agreed
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| We talked of truth and the past
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| I believed every word
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| And you made me eat onions and prawns
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| And soon your thoughts were like mine
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| And my thoughts were just like yours
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| And still I said «yes, tomorrow I’ll go
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| I’ll go»
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| And we bought an old sheep dog
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| And it seemed like we lived around him
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| And he wasn’t yours and he wasn’t mine
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| So he must have been ours
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| You said, «how can you ever leave?»
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| And still I said «yes, tomorrow I’ll go
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| I’ll go»
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| And one day you said, «how about a baby?»
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| And I said, «okay
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| But I may want to go tomorrow»
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| You said, «of course» and then I knew
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| You said, «of course» and then I knew
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| That I would never go tomorrow
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| I’d never go, never leave
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| Today or tomorrow, I’d never leave
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| Never go, never go |