| Saturday morning and it’s time to go One day these could be the days but who could have known
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| Loading in the back of a pickup truck
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| Riding with the boys and pushing the luck
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| Singing songs loud on the way to the game
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| Wishing all the things could still be the same
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| Chinese homeruns over the backstop
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| Kakua on the ball and soda pop well…
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| We used to laugh a lot
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| But only because we thought
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| That everything good always would remain
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| Nothing’s gonna change there’s no need to complain
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| Sunday morning and it’s time to go Been raining all night so everybody knows
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| Over to the field for tackle football
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| Big hits, big hats, yeah give me the ball
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| Rain is pouring, touchdown scoring
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| Keep on rolling, never boring
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| Karma, karma, karma chameleon
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| We’re talking kinda funny from helium
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| We used to laugh a lot
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| But only because we thought
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| That everything good always would remain
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| Nothing’s gonna change there’s no need to complain
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| Monday morning and it’s time to go Wet trunks and schoolbooks and sand on my toes
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| Do anything you can to dodge the bus-stop blues
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| Like driving a padiddle with a burnt-out fuse
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| My best friend Kimi wants to go with you
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| So meet her by the sugar mill after school
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| My best friend Kimi wants to go with you
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| Meet her by the sugar mill after school
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| We used to laugh a lot
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| But only because we thought
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| That everything good always would remain
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| We used to laugh a lot
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| But only because we thought
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| That everything good always would
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| Everything good always would remain |