If Saturdays end sadder days,
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pay stubs should bring salvation
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accelerating heartbeats happily.
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But these days our day jobs barely cover insurance,
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so now we can¡¯t afford our dreams.
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Skip town suddenly on half a heartbeat
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and spark as sweetly as softly it came.
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Let the windows transition the night
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so we don¡¯t miss a thing.
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Skip town suddenly cause New York doesn¡¯t look the same.
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You make it seem like Saturdays end sadder days,
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and it¡¯s OK to lie dead come the week.
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It¡¯s just like me to disagree.
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You make it seem like Fridays pay will make everything OK,
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it¡¯s just like me to plan an escape.
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Dead broke and happy and sitting in traffic again,
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we¡¯re down to one lane cause New York is never gonna change
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but I can treat lungs black from bad decisions
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over another day of the same thing
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bad food, bad dreams, and Bad Religion.
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It¡¯s OK cause my way has only got to work for me.
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So tell me is it gonna get any easier
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to find your way now that you¡¯ve got a degree?
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Cause there sure ain¡¯t any jobs for you here boy,
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and would you really want one anyway?
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It Ain't All Hugs And Handshakes
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| Crime In Stereo |
