To the misanthropic misbegotten merchants of gloom
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who look into their crystal balls and prophesy our doom
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Let the death knell chime, its the end of time.
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let the cynics put their blinkers on and toast our decline.
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Don't become demoralized by this chorus of complaint,
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its a sure sign that the old world is terminally quaint.
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and tomorrow's gonna be a better day,
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no matter what the siren voices say
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tomorrow's gonna be a better day,
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we're gonna to make it that way.
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To the pessimistic populists to harbor no doubt,
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that every day we make our way to hell in a hand cart
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and the snaky set, who's snapping to get,
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anyone who sticks their head above the parapet.
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Oh don't become disheartened baby, don't be fooled,
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take it from someone who knows the glass is half full in.
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And tomorrow's gonna be a better day,
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no matter what the siren voices say.
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Tomorrow's gonna be a better day,
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We're gonna make it that way.
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Tomorrow's Going To Be A Better Day
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Billy Bragg |