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Tomorrow, makin' a list of things to do
and when i wake up, uh uh uh oh
gonna cross all the fews
there must be millions of reasons
to try and explain that you're never through
when they give you 24 hours
only so much a man can do
tomorrow, made up my mind
gonna get busy, come from behind
today i'm staying right where i am
break a few rules, make a few plans
there's thousand of things to keep you from
doing
what you wanna do
and if it isn't this, then it's that
back where it's at, and you're never through
there must be millions of reasons
thousand of things, just to name a few
i'm gonna spend the rest of today
makin' a list of things to do
but i'll do 'em all tomorrow
tomorrow
it can wait until tomorrow