Hope Tomorrow

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Where we live spring comes early
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Trees in bloom when the northern country
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is covered in snow (ohowuohuho)

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A windy fitful day in winter
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charging towards the Ides of May
    F#m            E
The climate now is cling to splinters
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We hold hands while we work and play
    Bm                 D     A
and hope tomorrow is a sunny day

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Where we live men are women
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Women are teenage boys and everybody wants to
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look like them, but be like men

  F#m          E
A windy fitful day in winter
Bm                           D   E
charging towards the Ides of May
    F#m            E
The climate now is cling to splinters
   Bm                  D        E
We hold hands while we work and play
    Bm                 D     A
and hope tomorrow is a sunny day

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    Rubens would have loved you
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and painted you that way
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    With your pen and paper,
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paying quiet attention to a lady with a plastic

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face. So thin, so thin she might blow away

  F#m          E
A windy fitful day in winter
Bm                           D   E
charging towards the Ides of May
    F#m            E
The climate now is cling to splinters
   Bm                  D        E
We hold hands while we work and play
  F#m          E
A windy fitful day in winter
Bm                           D   E
charging towards the Ides of May
    F#m            E
The climate now is cling to splinters
   Bm                  D        E
We hold hands while we work and play
    Bm                 D     A
and hope tomorrow is a sunny day