| Think that today
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| I’ll go down by the sea
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| Think that today
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| It was made for me
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| Pack myself a lunch
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| And I will pack myself ahead
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| All today is Saturday
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| I’ll spend Sunday in bed
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| And I’m so glad
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| That you’ve decided to come
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| You won’t regret it
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| As we lunch in the sun
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| I? |
| m the loser, but I
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| Know how to play the game
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| Couldn’t she see that I’m a
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| Child in disguise
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| Experience makes the
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| Child grow wise
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| Here I am stuck in the middle with you
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| You give me rest and no complaints
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| Drawing little boxes
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| On pieces of paper
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| Looking out the window
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| On this rainy day
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| Head in hands
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| And with nothing to say
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| But, I’m the loser and I
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| Know how I played that game
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| And I think that I lost it
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| When all I wanted to do
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| Was touch you
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| I suppose you didn’t
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| Think that much of me
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| Couldn’t she see that I’m a
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| Child in disguise
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| Experience makes the
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| Child grow wise
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| Off to work tomorrow
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| Same old week
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| Still there’s always Saturday
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| Saturday
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| Saturday makes the week
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| Saturday makes the week
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| Saturday makes the week
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| Saturday makes the week
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| Saturday makes the week
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| Saturday makes the week |