84 lyrics for "To you, to you, to you someday"

Moon river wider than a mile Two drifters off to see the world I'm crossing you in style someday (someday, day) A dream maker (maker, maker) My heartbreaker (you heartbreaker) Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' that way (the same, the same) There's such a
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You're as cold as ice You never take advice You're willing to sacrifice Take, take advice, take, take advice Yeah, I know And someday you'll pay the price Cold as ice
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His mama told him "someday you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around To hear your playing music when the sun goes down Maybe someday you name will be in lights saying "Johnny B. Good tonight" Deep
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(You're so sweet) Your love is strong and you're so sweet You make me hard, you make me weak What are you scared of, baby? It's more than just a dream I need some time Love is strong and you're so sweet And someday babe, we got to meet A glimpse of you
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Moon river, wider than a mile I'm crossing you in style someday Wherever you're going, I'm going your way Two drifters off to see the world There's such a lot of world to see We're after the same rainbow's end Waitin' 'round the bend My huckleberry
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If it comes even once in a life It's never as easy to return But if you're willing to go on We'll find a way back to Avalon We gotta go back, someday we'll get it back We gotta get it back Somebody show me a way, somebody tell me the way
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It seems like dreams I've always have Could be, should be making me glad But why am I blue? It's up to you to explain I'm thinking maybe, baby, I'll go away Someday, someway you'll come and say It's you that I need Maybe you'll be pleading in vain It had
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Two drifters off to see the world There's such a lot of world to see We're after the same rainbows end Waiting round the band My huckleberry friend, moon river Moon river wider than a mile I'm crossing you in style someday Old dream maker, you
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That may be all I need In darkness, she is all I see Come and rest your bones with me Driving slow on Sunday morning But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do That someday it would lead me back to you And I never want to leave Sunday
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