The kitchen is empty
No food is in the house
The washer and dryer quit
The kids are having a fit
No gas is in the car
It will not start
Tears flood my heart
As I wish on a star
To make things better
To make things right
So maybe tomorrow
I'll know no more sorrow
maybe tomorrow
I'll no longer have to fight!
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