(Bruce Stephens)
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All those weekend images tuggin' in the fog
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Midnight flood your eyes off just to buy me a jug
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Weekend soon behind me telling me to explore
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Come on Saturday freedom open up your door.
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(One day a week just isn't enough.)
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Evening's at the bus stop
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With the traffic lights so red
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While the day's ships hunger
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Faces filled with dread
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At tomorrow's sunrise
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Each must resume his task
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Do they break my soul Medusa
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I just gotta ask.
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(One day a week just isn't enough.)
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Saturday Freedom always soon fades
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Do me a favor, Please stay away
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Saturday freedom, six days to behold
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Don't leave so quickly, You never grow old.
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Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh
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Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh
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Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh
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Wooo-wooo Ahh, Wooo-wooo Ahh!
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I think that it's mistaken to say freedom's unsold
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And if you feel the same way too, Truth is never told
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I can't wait, We just gotta have it
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Hey, but it's free
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Come on Saturday freedom
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Give my girl to me.
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(One day a week just isn't enough.)
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Saturday Freedom always soon fades
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Do me a favor, Please stay away
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Joys of the kill are ours to hold
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Saturday freedom, mine to behold
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Saturday freedom, six days to behold
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Don't leave so quickly, Never grow old
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Saturday freedom seven days a week
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Saturday freedom seven days a week
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I want it, Saturday freedom seven days a week
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Saturday freedom seven days a week
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Saturday freedom seven days a week
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Gimme Saturday freedom seven days a week
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Saturday freedom seven days a week
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Saturday freedom seven days a week.
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Saturday Freedom
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| Blue Cheer |
