| Saturday moring 8:45
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| Light shines of the white walls into your eyes
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| The kitchensink throws a pittyful smile
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| You’re way out of time
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| You’re way out of time
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| Sit down coffee bluecheeze and serial
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| Living today is a god given miracle
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| Live in the moment is more than a life away
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| It’s more than a life away
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| Saturday morning 9.21
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| You read of a war in the east that was won
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| By humaliation and panic the bombs
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| Came tumbeling down
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| Came tumbeling down
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| One more for the papers
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| People in offices
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| Spreading the news unaware of the comequence
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| Live in the moment is more than a life away
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| It’s more than a life away
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| Blue skies white lines forests in stereo
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| Driving for hours with only hysterical
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| Radio dj’s taking another call
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| About the weather and all
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| High on life is a beutiful time
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| Reach out if you can when they trough you the line
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| Turn down the radio avoiding the 3 o clock news.
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| I have nothing to choose
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| Saturday evening two past eleven
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| Pints down the road, on a fast way to heaven
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| Friend tells a story noone believes
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| Some tease, some bleed some attention they need
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| Looking away seems the only remedy
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| This is the end of me live in the moment seems
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| More than a life away
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| It’s more than a life away |