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O processo chama-se Cantar-Por-Cima. RC,

This Time Tomorrow, pelos The Kinks*

This time tomorrow where will we be?
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across an empty sea?
This time tomorrow what will we know?
Will we still be here watching an in-flight movie show?
I'll leave the sun behind me and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
Seven miles below me I can see the world and it ain't so big at all
(Well), This time tomorrow what will we see?
Fields full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets?
I don't where I'm going, I don't want to see
I feel the world below me looking up at me
Leave the sun behind me, and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
And I'm in perpetual motion and the world below doesn't matter much to me
(Well), This time tomorrow where will we be?
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across an empty sea?
(Well), This time tomorrow where will we be?
(Well), This time tomorrow what will we see?
This time tomorrow

[*e pela pele de uma série de actores franceses.]

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