Today is just another day, tomorrow is a guess
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But yesterday, oh, what I'd give for yesterday
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To relive one yesterday and its happinessWhen Joanna loved me
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Every town was Paris
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Every day was Sunday
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Every month was MayWhen Joanna loved me
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Every sound was music
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Music made of laughter
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Laughter that was bright and gayBut when Joanna left me
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May became December
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But, even in December, I remember
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Her touch, her smile, and for a little whileShe loves me
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And once again it's Paris
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Paris on a Sunday
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And the month is May
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When Joanna Loved Me
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| Tony Bennett |
