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Today is just another day, tomorrow is a guess |
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But yesterday, oh, what |
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I'd give for yesterday |
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To relive one yesterday and its happiness |
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When Joanna loved me |
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Every town was |
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ParisEvery day was |
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SundayEvery month was |
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MayWhen 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 |
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DecemberBut, even in |
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December, |
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I remember |
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Her touch, her smile, and for a little while |
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She loves me |
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And once again it's |
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ParisParis on a |
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SundayAnd the month is |
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May |
