| Looking back on life is such a retrospective thing
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| Hoping for some nice advice that only you could bring
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| But you came as in a storm when the woolly dreams were shorn off my back
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| Suffer cold reality’s sting
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| All my life that I remember was a drag
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| Even though it wasn’t so good it was all that I’d had
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| Now I’ve seen it slip away and tomorrow’s just another day
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| To find relief from feeling sad
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| Yesterday’s not here no more
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| It’s gone for good and I’m glad 'cos it made me sore
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| All the things that might have been
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| Are seen by me as regrets that my memory stores
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| All my life that I remember was a drag
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| Even though it wasn’t so good it was all that I’d had
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| Now I’ve seen it slip away and tomorrow’s just another day
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| To find relief from feeling sad
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| Yesterday’s not here no more
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| It’s gone for good and I’m glad 'cos it made me sore
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| All the things that might have been
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| Are seen by me as regrets that my memory stores
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| But from all my time the things I have seen
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| Have I seen you or have I been
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| A mirror of what you wanted to be Just almost like you were to me To me, to me, to me Yesterday’s not here no more
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| It’s gone for good and I’m glad 'cos it made me sore
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| All the things that might have been
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| Are seen by me as regrets that my memory stores
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| Yesterday’s not here no more
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| Oh yesterday’s not here no more
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| Oh yesterday’s not here no more
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| Oh yesterday’s not here no more
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| Oh yesterday’s not here no more |