| Come Saturday
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| And wash the mundane off from the weekday, my dear
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| This time, love’s not the same
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| I see her face
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| Oh, and every space, this room monopolized
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| When she crowds, I can’t get enough
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| So I wait here defeated by the West Side Highway
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| To hand over my heart
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| Bridge and tunnel girl
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| Come back to me
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| Come back to me
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| Bridge and tunnel girl
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| She’s over on the other side
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| My heart lost in the Hudson
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| Oh… Oh…
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| Oh… Oh…
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| It’s four A. M
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| The city sleeps as I phone the cold air dial tone
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| Desperate to hear her speak
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| Oh as I wait here pleading by the West Side Highway
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| A creep in the dark
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| Come back to me
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| Come back to me
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| Bridge and tunnel
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| Bridge and tunnel girl
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| She’s over on the other side
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| My heart lost in the Hudson
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| Oh… Oh…
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| Please don’t leave me, no…
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| Well I know you don’t give a damn about me
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| I know, I know I’m just another freak
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| But the idea of you, you is all I need
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| To keep me here, me here
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| So I wait here defeated by the West Side Highway
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| And I’ll cut out my heart
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| Come back to me
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| Come back to me
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| Bridge and tunnel
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| Bridge and tunnel girl
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| She’s over on the other side
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| My heart lost in the Hudson
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| Oh… Oh…
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| My heart lost in the Hudson
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| Oh… Oh…
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| My heart lost in the Hudson
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| Oh… Oh…
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| Oh… Oh… |