| Teen runaway, youth depraved, your time is almost here
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| Shimmies and shakes, stands by her side
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| And whispers something in her ear
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| «You can’t go home high, not tonight»
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| Go man go, Saturn here we come
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| And if you’re in the know
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| Your soul’s solid gold
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| Teen runaway, youth depraved, grows tipsy off wine
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| But baby makes a sweet embrace, a gift so very hard to find
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| «You can’t go home high, not tonight»
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| Go man go, Saturn here we come
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| And if you’re in the know
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| Your soul’s solid gold
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| Go man go, Saturn here we come
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| And if you’re in the know
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| Go man go, Saturn here we come
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| And if you’re in the know |