| It’s a new world of you
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| And I’m just a stranger here
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| It’s a new thing to do
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| And I’m being quite sincere
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| Though I know I’m far from home
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| I’m going to say
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| «til tomorrow
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| Tomorrow»
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| Without cost or obligation
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| I will turn my resignation
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| In to you
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| Without sorrow
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| No reason to be blue
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| It’s a new world of you
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| And I’m just a stranger here
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| It’s a new thing to do
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| And I’m being quite sincere
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| There were no maps
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| Or drawn directions
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| And your potions for protection
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| Leading my path
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| There’ll be no easy road returning
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| To that world of rapid yearning
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| That I’ve known
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| Never learning
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| And you can stay, too
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| It’s a new world of you
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| And I’m just a stranger here
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| It’s a new thing to do
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| And I’m being quite sincere |