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Why is there you when there are few people around making me feel good? Why is there me when air is free, some I can see better than I should? There's only us simply because thinking of us makes us both happy. I think of you ev'ry way, yesterday and today. I think of things that we do, all the way, ev'ry day. Stand in the sea, sing songs for me, sing happily, making me feel good. Watching your eyes, feeling your sighs, saying goodbyes better than I could. There's only us simply because thinking of us makes us both happy. I think of you ev'ry way, yesterday and today. I think of nothing but you, things we do, things we do.
Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face. Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human race, On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place, If the summer change to winter, yours is no disgrace. Battleships confide in me and tell me where you are, Shining, flying, purple wolfhound, show me where you are, Lost in summer, morning, winter, travel very far, Lost in musing circumstances, that's just where you are. Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face. Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human race, On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place, If the summer change to winter, yours is no, Yours is no disgrace. Yours is no disgrace. Yours is no disgrace. Death defying, mutilated armies scatter the earth, Crawling out of dirty holes, their morals, their morals disappear. Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face. Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human, silly human race, On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place, If the summer change to winter, yours is no, Yours is no disgrace. Yours is no disgrace. Yours is no disgrace.