for just those damn reviews
For smashing New York Times'
and what does it all mean?
You're grateful if you get just swell.
The words we need should come
not words some stranger writes.
Won't warm us on winter nights
But there's one thing I know
The sun 'll come out tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that
Just thinking about tomor row
When I'm stuck with a day
I just stick out my chin,
The sun will come out to morrow,
so you've got to hang on till tomorrow.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you.
The sun'll come out tomorrow.
when I'm stuck with a day that's
I just stick out my chin and grin and say,
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya
Tomorrow, you're You're only a
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