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At the starting of the week, atomic talks you'll hear them speak, it's only Monday.
Negotiations breaking down, see those leaders start to frown, it's sword and gun day.

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late.

You could be sitting taking lunch, the news will hit you like a punch, it's only Tuesday.
You never thought we'd go to war, after all the things we saw, it's April fools day.

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late.

We'll all go running underground, and we'll be listening for the sound, it's only Wednesday.
In your shelter dimly lit, take some wool and learn to knit, cause it's a long day.

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late.

You hear a whistling over head, are you alive or are you dead, it's only Thursday.
You feel a shaking of the ground, a million candles burn around, is it your birthday?

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late.

Oh that shelter is your home, a living space you have out grown, it's only Friday.
As you come out to the light, and your eyes behold the sight, it must be dooms day.

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late.

Ain't it funny how men think, they made the bomb they are extinct, it's only Saturday.
I think Tomorrows come, I think it's too late.

I think Tomorrows come, I think it's too late.