| Saturday sun came early one morning
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| In a sky so clear, clear and blue
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| But Saturday sun, it came without warning
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| So no one knew what to do And saturday sun brought people and places
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| That didn’t see much in their day
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| And when I remember these people, these people and places
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| They were really, really too good in their way, in their way
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| And saturday sun won’t come and see me today
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| Think about stories with reason and rhyme
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| Circling through, through your brain
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| Just think about, think about people
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| In their season, season and times
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| Just returning again and again
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| So Sunday sat in Saturday sun
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| And wait for a day gone by |