Oh! Baron Saturday
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Sorrow, he'll show you games to play
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He bends his mouth up to your ear
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The words won't disappear
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He'll take your eyes out for a ride
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Through an eyeglass of tears it's not clear.
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Oh! Baron Saturday
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White visions black, Mister Malady
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'Neath a sky of milk
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You're drinking silk
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You've fast the runcible spoon
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On satin plates
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Young maidens wait
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To be devoured in the glare of the moon.
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Except for Baron Saturday
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Your life was cool
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Good senses rule
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Throw your life away.
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Oh! Baron Saturday
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Let him steal your mind away
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He'll show you the grave
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Of someone who was saved
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From living their life in a year
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He'll show you the grave.
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Of someone who was saved
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From taking his life with a knife.
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Except for Baron Saturday
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Your life was cool
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Good senses rule
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Throw your life away.
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BARON SATURDAY
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