| Saturday morning, yeah
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| I come in late
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| Just to find if you were there
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| Just to look at your long brown hair
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| And dream a dream out in the hall
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| Was that my name that’s just been called?
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| I don’t know, it could be
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| Have you got something to tell on me?
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| If you got something to tell on me, babe
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| It better be good
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| Even though you hate me so much
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| I’m still comin' back
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| Like you knew I would
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| You can’t believe
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| What I been through these last few months
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| It’s very difficult to tell the difference
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| Between the trumps and the down home dumps
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| Only one thing I can say to you
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| Even if you don’t believe it’s true
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| It’s true
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| It’s our turn now
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| To find out where we’re going
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| It’s our turn now
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| To find out where you’ve been
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| It’s our turn now
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| To keep the new direction
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| It’s your turn now
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| To cast off all your sin
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| Fellatia, Fellatia, how do you plead?
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| You don’t have to plead
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| For anything that you really need
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| Plead, have mercy
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| When the wind starts blowin' hard
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| And this cardboard world we’re livin' in
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| It ain’t forgotten, out in the yard
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| Out in the yard
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| Where the air is cold
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| And there ain’t no leaves to fall
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| He’s lookin' hard at the ground for somethin'
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| Somethin' that won’t show up
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| I keep lookin' back over my shoulder
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| Couple of good friends goin' by
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| Pour some wine over their fire
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| Don’t let the tears stay in your eyes
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| He’s not gone so very far
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| I know he’s very near
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| 'Cause every time I call his name
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| I know that he can hear
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| It’s our turn now
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| To find out where we’re going
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| It’s our turn now
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| To find out where you’ve been
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| It’s our turn now
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| To keep the new direction
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| It’s your turn now
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| To cast off all your sin
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| Hey, Mr. Roberts, don’t you tell me no lies
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| I don’t mind you being vain
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| Pick up the phone in your whitewashed house
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| Simpering that same refrain
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| Three to five more years
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| Is all you got
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| For you to do your nasty thing
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| Making rain, suffering pain
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| Telling everybody that it’s in his name
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| His name, whose name
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| What are you telling me?
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| I don’t believe your tales
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| Too many people in this world
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| Don’t like being snails
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| If you gonna do it
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| Better get it together
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| Better go and make the change
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| Do it right now
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| Do it while it’s warm
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| Do it while it’s there within your range
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| It won’t be so very hard
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| You better have no fear
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| 'Cause by the time you get it done
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| It’ll be so clear
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| It’s our turn now
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| To find out where we’re going
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| It’s our turn now
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| To find out where you’ve been
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| It’s our turn now
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| To keep the new direction
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| It’s your turn now
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| To cast off all your sin |