The workers started at 6:30 in the morning
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They got up bright and early to fix the roof next door and
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Workers climbed, hammers chimed, pounding nails in double time
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Bang, bang, the nail guns rang out, they sang out, I woke up
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I combed my hair, walked downstairs, water running everywhere
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Just inside the kitchen door, puddles are forming on the floor
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Must have been the shower or the sink, something sprung a leak
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Grabbed my keys and stepped outside, got on my bike to take a ride
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Who cares about tomorrow
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When everything is going wrong today
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I guess I'm finally figuring out, it doesn't help to whine about it
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Ohh, I should have stayed in bed today
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At 41st and Harvard the rain started coming down
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I should have payed attention to the gray clouds hanging over town
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Finally found under an overhang, sat on my bike and watched it rain
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Soaked to the bone, I'm all alone, I groan, I'm still five miles from home
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Who Cares About Tommorow
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| Philmore |
