| You sit in your room
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| Looking over the sea
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| You got friends over here
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| Still you’re there
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| Time after time
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| You could always refer to the things
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| Refer to the things from the past
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| Shading you
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| Saturday waits
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| You’ll get over it then
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| Sunday never come late
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| Always stand in the shade
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| Saturday night
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| You’ll be grown up real soon
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| Trouble never complain
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| You’ll be over 'til ten
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| Time after time
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| You will always be late
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| You will always feel shame
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| For your looks
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| Your feel (ing)s in a jar
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| Stored in a cupboard
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| Cupboard at yours
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| You will always feel shame
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| For your ways
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| Saturday night
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| You’ll be grown up real soon
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| Trouble never complain
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| You’ll be over 'til ten
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| Saturday waits
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| You’ll get over it then
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| Sunday never come late
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| Always stand in the shade
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| Grandfather I want you now
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| Nothing ever waits
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| Lover I want you now
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| 'Cause nothing ever waits
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| Saturday waits
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| You’ll get over it then
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| Sunday never come late
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| Always stand in the shade
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| Saturday night
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| You’ll be grown up real soon
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| Trouble never complain
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| You’ll be over 'til ten
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| You sit in your room
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| Looking over the sea
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| You will always be late
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| Always feel shame |