| Saturday
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| Began just the same as other days
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| But ended up different in many ways
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| Love is in my world since Saturday
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| Morning came
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| But somehow it didn’t seem the same
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| The sadness of Friday had somehow changed
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| To the happy sounds of
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| Saturday, Saturday, ever loving Saturday
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| I whistle to bluebirds
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| I tried to tell them how you brought me sunshine
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| My head’s filled with new words
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| That sing to the sounds of the day after Friday
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| Come and see
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| The flowers of love she gave to me
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| The touches of laughter and harmony
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| To the happy sounds of
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| Saturday, Saturday, ever loving Saturday
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| My head’s full of new words
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| Sing to the sounds of the day after Friday
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| Day after Friday
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| Come and see
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| The flowers of love she gave to me
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| The touches of laughter and harmony
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| To the happy sounds of
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| Saturday, Saturday, ever loving Saturday
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| Saturday, Saturday, ever loving Saturday |