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Today is just another day |
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Tomorrow is a guess |
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But yesterday |
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Oh what I'd give for yesterday |
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To relive one yesterday |
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And its happiness |
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When Joanna loved me |
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Every town was Paris |
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Every day was Sunday |
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Every month was May |
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When Joanna loved me |
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Every sound was music |
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Music made of laughter |
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Laughter that was bright and gay |
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But when Joanna left me |
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May became December |
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But even in December |
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I remember |
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Her touch |
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Her smile |
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And for a little while |
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She loves me |
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And once again its Paris |
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Paris on a Sunday |
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And the month is May |
