| I can’t stand to see your picture
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| On the dresser where I left it
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| Another sunny day and you’re 80 miles away
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| Tuesday
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| But come Saturday, you’ll come to stay
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| You’ll come to sway in my arms
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| Who cares if there’s a party somewhere?
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| We’re gonna stay in
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| Come Saturday, you’ll come to say
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| Maybe there’s no harm
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| In a wasted summer with no drummer
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| We’re gonna stay in
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| I could stand to be a fixture
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| In your faded family picture
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| But I can’t see into the sunset
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| All I know is that you’re perfect right now
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| Come Saturday, you’ll come to stay
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| You’ll come to sway in my arms
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| Who cares if there’s a party somewhere?
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| We’re gonna stay in
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| Come Saturday, you’ll come to say
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| Maybe there’s no harm
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| In a wasted summer with no drummer
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| We’re gonna stay in
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| You don’t have to write at all, you don’t have to make a call
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| I know that you will come again and again
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| You don’t have to dress to please, perhaps undress for me
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| I know that when you come we’ll be staying in |