| Sometimes the voices are there just to tell us
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| What we want to here
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| Sometimes the choices we make are the ones
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| That we pray disappear
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| But I suppose that one would say
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| That all our tomorrows began yesterday
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| I’ll be your man in the mirror
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| But I’ll need your help with the door
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| I’ll be your constant companion
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| 'Cos I’ve been right where you are before
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| Sometimes your promises
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| Made are a shade on the dubious side
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| & sometimes your actions speak
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| Louder than words of an off colour kind
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| But I suppose that one would say
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| That all our tomorrows began yesterday
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| I’ll be your man in the mirror
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| But I’ll need your help with the door
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| I’ll be your constant companion
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| 'Cos I’ve been right where you are before
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| Falling, spinning, more than willing to call it a day
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| Twisting, turning, reaching, yearning for someting to say
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| But I suppose that one would say
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| That all our tomorrows began yesterday
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| I’ll be your man in the mirror
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| But I’ll need your help with the door
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| I’ll be your constant companion
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| 'Cos I’ve been right where you are before
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| I’ll be… |