| Dirty fingernails, same as your mind
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| But he can strum the guitar just fine
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| Every now and then he’d think about his life
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| Daydreamin' just to pass the time
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| Now the sun is closer than it was before
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| Anyone who’s anyone can feel it
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| Saturdays are not the same as they used to be
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| Sadderdaze, why do they keep on using me?
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| They keep on using me
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| Even as a child everyone would say
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| «He was gonna be a star someday»
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| Finally he found a way to reach the sky
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| But he didn’t know what he’d find
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| Now the sun is closer than it was before
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| Anyone who’s anyone can feel it, mm
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| Saturdays are not the same as they used to be
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| Sadderdaze, why do they keep on using me?
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| They keep on using me
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| He’s got a big head full of trash that he talks down every chance he gets
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| He’s a grown man with committable mistakes
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| Saturdays are not the same as they used to be
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| Sadderdaze, why do they keep on using me?
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| Saturdays are not the same as they used to be
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| Sadderdaze, why do they keep on using me?
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| Saturdays are not the same as they used to be
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| Sadderdaze, why do they keep on using me?
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| They keep on using me
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| They keep on using me
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| They keep on using me
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| They keep on using me
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| They keep on using me |