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Letras:This Mortal Coil. With Tomorrow.

It was more like a dream than reality
I must have thought it was a dream while you were here with me
When you were near I didn't think you would leave
When you were gone it was too much to believe

So with tomorrow, I will borrow
Another moment of joy and sorrow
In another dream and another with tomorrow

So with the sun there won't be time just to look behind
There will be reasons not exclusions for my pleasant mind
There was so much I was told, it was not real
So many things that I could not taste, but I could feel

So with tomorrow, I will borrow
Another moment of joy and sorrow
In another dream and another with tomorrow