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Just across Tomorrow Mountain |
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There's a happy city, they say |
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Where the people are grand and time is planned |
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So it's Christmas everyday |
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'Neath the scotch and soda fountain |
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There's a treat in store for us guys |
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Under cigarette trees, we'll take our ease |
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While the cops fan off the flies |
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There you will be a lucky sinner |
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With no conscience for your guide |
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Each horse you pick will be a winner |
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And the doors of every bank are open wide |
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Far across Tomorrow Mountain |
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There's a life that's fancy and free |
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On a platinum street we'll plant our feet |
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It's the land that's fair to see |
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Won't you hurry there with me? |
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Just across Tomorrow Mountain |
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Every girl is Queen of the May |
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And the kitchens, I'm told are lined with gold |
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And there ain't no bills to pay |
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Can't you cross that distant mountain |
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Where it rains Chanel No.5? |
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And the gutters, I think are paved with mink |
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And the diamond bushes thrive |
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Pigs trot around already roasted |
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Won't you have a slice of ham? |
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Marshmallows bloom, already toasted |
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And the clouds are made of marmalade and jam |
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Can't you see Tomorrow Mountain? |
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Can't you watch it glimmer and glow? |
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It's a wonderful town that's upside down |
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And it's full of easy dough |
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Won't you pack your bags and go? |
