| This could be the last time
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| That could be the fault line slipping away
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| This could be your last line
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| Care about everything you say
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| This might be the last ride
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| Every road could fall right under our feet
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| I’m sinking to the ocean
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| This will be a lost street
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| When you open your eyes, it’s like
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| Nothing’s real
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| When you open your eyes, it’s like
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| Saturdays
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| When we dance in the dark in the room
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| Where it all gets real
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| I know you know how it feels
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| Saturdays
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| When the moonlight lit up your face
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| And let love spark
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| I traveled around the bend
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| Making my chrome heart sick
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| No one could make me stay
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| No one could make me sit
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| Maybe we’re a fault line
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| Maybe we’re a phone line ready to break
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| Maybe you’re a time bomb
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| I don’t care what your boyfriends say
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| When you lift up your head, it’s like
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| Nothing’s real
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| When you open your eyes, it’s like
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| Saturdays
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| When we dance in the dark in the room
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| Where it all gets real
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| I know you know how it feels
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| Saturdays
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| When we dance in the dark in the room
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| Where it all gets real
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| I know you know how it feels
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| Did the good days go away?
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| In the bright lights, did it fade?
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| We were heavy, we were sideways
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| When we danced in the dark over my place
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| If it’s my face you remembered
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| From all the Sundays in the summer
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| Then you’d know there was so much more than a spark
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| Enough to make me run and follow you in the dark
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| Saturdays (Oh)
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| When we dance in the dark in the room (Oh)
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| Where it all gets real
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| I know you know how it feels
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| Saturdays
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| When we dance in the dark in the room
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| Where it all gets real
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| I know you know how it feels
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| Saturdays
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| When the moonlight lit up your face
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| And let love spark |