Come back tomorrow, I won't be getting home till then Come back tomorrow, we'll trip the light fantastic in my bed
Don't you know that it's true, my hair was an igloo Built from varnish and glue All the love in the world could never heal it
Come round tomorrow, take my advice and bring a silver comb If you still love me, we'll sit a while between the shows
And they said that it's true, brighton pier holds a message for you All the seagulls that fly there whisper it softly Well you got to wear it out, one false move will let it fall out Yeah you gotta let it out, don't leave it hanging all about
And if your heartbeats are round you'll know that you are breathing All these thoughts are profound, they take us up to touch the ceiling
Come back tomorrow, we'll trip the light fantastic in my bed
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