Saturday to sunday's waste
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Then monday's soon around
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It's always time to leave
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The nightlife first
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And catch the last bus out of town
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And the sentiment of the last song that I heard
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Stays with me as if I'd written every word
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I thought I saw an open door
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With a bright light shining through
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But what it was I don't recall
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But I think you've seen it too
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And there are the days and the ways I've known
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Dreaming that this bird has flown
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And if you burnt your fingers in the fire
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Remember me and my desire
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It might be easier this way
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If you're trying to change the world
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I saw a film just made for me
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Said you've got to walk the line
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The day will come when I feed the flames
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I'm just biding my time
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These are the days and the ways I've known
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Dreaming that this bird has flown
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Saturday To Sunday
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| The Levellers |
