| Turn the lights out,
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| The party is over and the wines all gone,
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| Your good friends are headed home,
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| Wish I could be there,
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| I’m floating,
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| Was happy to hear you turned thirty-three,
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| You look good, you’re so carefree,
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| Wish I could be there
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| But I thought you should know,
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| That inside I’ve grown cold,
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| And I fight every day to lose control,
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| It’s a Saturday,
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| I’m coming down
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| Frustrated,
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| Got caught in the rain going to work today,
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| Soaked through for the job I hate,
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| I wish you could be here,
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| I’m choking,
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| Swallowed to much of my pride today,
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| The words that I just won’t say,
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| I wish you could be here
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| But I thought you should know,
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| That inside I’ve grown cold,
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| And I fight every day to lose control,
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| It’s a Saturday,
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| I’m coming down
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| For the first time, I’ve seen stars at night,
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| For the first time, I’m on fire
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| But I thought you should know,
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| That inside I’ve grown cold,
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| And I fight every day to lose control,
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| It’s a Saturday,
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| I am coming down,
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| It’s a Saturday,
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| I’m coming down. |