Saturday what a day what a silly little day
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Time to kill take a pill as i sit and contemplate
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How i'd like to be around all the people in the town with their fancy cars and things
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But i've got time
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Stop pushin all your tragedies away
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Each moment has got a lesson for the day
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Take something with you if you drag your heels in yesterdays
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Oh these saturdays
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In the haste in the grace i've been up to my waist
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It isn't real what you feel when you find love in a chase
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I've been waiting for the day when someone takes me away and i never get replaced
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But i've got time
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Stop pushin all your tragedies away
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Each moment has got a lesson for the day
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Take something with you if you drag your heels in yesterdays
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Oh these saturdays
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As i sink one more drink i am running out of ink
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Feeling void paranoid about every little thing
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And i wonder if i try to get up and say goodbye if i'll have the strength to leave
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Cuz i don't have much time anymore
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Saturdays
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Holly Brook |