(Jimmy Webb)
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All week long we've been looking at
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horizons and it's hard on the brain
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Sometimes I wonder is it the car or the
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highway that rolls through the rain.
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This day has no number
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This day has no name
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But it's time for the weekend all the same
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Why don't you put on your Saturday Suit,
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Let's fly away,
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We can find ourselves a little cafe
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Where the street people come to play
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And let the wine and the sunshine
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blow our minds away
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Saturday Suit me fine...today
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All week long we've been sitting on our
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islands looking within
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Sometimes I know it must seem like
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we'll never be happy again
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Put on your makeup
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And I'll shine my shoes
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I know that it's Monday, but I'm
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bored with the blues
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Why don't you put on your Saturday Suit,
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Let's fly away,
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We can find ourselves a little cafe
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Where the street people come to play
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And let the wine and the sunshine
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blow our minds away
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Saturday Suit me fine today
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Saturday Suit
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| Art Garfunkel |
