What Happens Tomorrow

[Verse One:]
Child, don't you worry
It's enough you're growing up in such a hurry
Brings you down, the news they sell you
To put in your mind that all mankind is a failure

[Chorus:]
But nobody knows what's gonna happen tomorrow
We try not to show how frightened we are
If you let me - I'll protect you - however I can
You've got to believe it'll be alright in the end
You've got to believe it'll be alright again

[Verse Two:]
Fighting because we're so close
There are times we punish those who we need the most
Though we can't wait for a saviour
Only got ourselves to blame for this behaviour

[Chorus:]
And nobody knows what's gonna happen tomorrow
We try not to show how frightened we are
It would seem lonely - if you were the only - star in the night?
You've got to believe it'll be alright in the end
You've got to believe it'll be alright again

[Guitar Solo]

[Final Chorus:]
And nobody knows what's gonna happen tomorrow
So don't let go, now we've come this far
Hold my hand please, understand me - we're never alone

We've got to believe it'll be alright in the end
(Nobody knows)
You've got to believe it'll be alright my friend
(Nobody knows)
And yes we believe it'll be alright again

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