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Today, tomorrow always together like sand the sun and the breeze

in Copacabana Rio
Like walking along the beach with no care in the world
with you hand in hand

in Copacabana Rio

Sidewalks of black and white

making our love take flight
Soaring above the trees a mellow melody that we can sing
This bossa divine nova
Well that look so deep in your eyes sets my heart aglow

I’m in love

Under this night moonlit sky I dream of your smile I cannot deny its (like) Copacabana Rio
You see you’re my Destiny, my comic relief my blessed release like Copacabana Rio

Time and the sea fly by, knowing we can rely
On the shelter we create,

no one can penetrate our passion entwined

Our bossa nova divine
Well that look deep in your eyes sets my heart aglow

I’m in love

You slowed the clocks when you talked,
To me, to me,
The roof of my mouth turned heavy and round,
To me, to me.I wish you were still,
Writing me down,
I wish you were still,
Around.A new newspaper crown,
I wore,
I wore it out,
If you, if you knew me now,
Could you go without?I wish you were still,
Teasing me out,
I wish you were still,
Around.I'll give,
Back the words that you said,
To me, to me,
I'll dry,
Out the stream that you fed,
Through me through me.I wish you were still,
Writing me down,
I wish you were still,
Around.

Weather man,
Up in the sky,
Do you float or do you fly?
Gold and grey - you look so strong,
Mighty,
But never there for long.

Weather man,
Towering tall,
A countenance to rule us all,
A slice of hope, a glimmer of heaven,
Angels inside,
Won’t you let down a rope?

Weather man,
In your bed of blue,
May I climb up and be with you?
Wish I could steal a little thunder,
And get out from under,
The might of your hand.

Weather man,
Do you cry?
Silver teardrops tumble by,
Bless us now with one more kiss,
Then strike me down,
As you turn the skies around.

I remember,
The afternoons of make believe and
Music,
Oh how we’d sing and shout!
And I’m wondering,
How long before we’ll all be leaving,
Every time that I’m in your house.

I can hear it,
The symphony of pots and pans and
Father,
As quiet as a mouse,
Please forgive me,
The way that I still clitter clatter,
Every time that I’m in your house.

Guess it’s only,
Another four walls and a staircase,
I know,
It’s time that I got out,
But Mother,
Your voice is in the walls of this place,
Every time that I’m in your house.