To slip under covers and rest your head
To make new hopes and ambition
For tomorrow will be that day
Your dreams come true and if not
Don’t fret for time is at our finger tips.
To slip under covers and rest your head
To make new hopes and ambition
For tomorrow will be that day
Your dreams come true and if not
Don’t fret for time is at our finger tips.
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