| Come Saturday morning
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| I’m goin' away with my friend
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| We’ll Saturday-spend till the end of the day
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| Just I and my friend
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| We’ll travel for miles in our Saturday smiles
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| And then we’ll move on
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| But we will remember long after Saturday’s gone
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| You know what the trouble is?
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| Trouble is that probably all the good things in life
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| Take place in no more than a minute
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| I mean all I did, I, I bet you
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| At the end of seventy years should you lose someone
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| You can sit down, you can figure the whole thing out
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| You spent nineteen years sleepin'
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| You spent five years goin' to the bathroom
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| You spent thirty-five years doin'
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| Some kinda work you absolutely hated
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| Spent seven thousand eight hundred and
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| Fifty-three minutes blinkin' your eyes
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| And added to that, you got that one minute of good things
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| Then one day you wonder whether you’re minute’s up
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| And then we’ll move on
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| But we will remember long after Saturday’s gone |