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For tomorrow



He's a twentieth century boy, With his hands on the rails Trying not to be sick again And holding on for tomorrow London ice cracks on a seamless line, He's hanging on for dear life And so we hold each other tightly And hold on for tomorrow Singing la la la la la ... Holding on for tomorrow She's a twentieth century girl, With her hands on the wheel Trying not to make him sick again, Seeing what she can borrow London's so nice back in your seamless rhymes, But we're lost on the Westway And so we hold each other tightly And hold on for tomorrow (chorus) (middle) We're trying not to be sick again An holding on for tomorrow She's a twentieth century girl, Holding on for dear life And so we hold each other tightly And hold on for tomorrow (chorus)