| It’s a shattered day all around
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| It’s a shattered day in our town,
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| Seems wrong,
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| It’s a saturnday all the time
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| It’s a saturnday once again,
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| Nice time.
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| It’s another day down the drain
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| It’s another day just the same,
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| So what,
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| It’s a stupid day on this day
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| It’s a stupid day everyday,
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| Good bye
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| You’d make great fiction, you make great friction.
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| You’d make great fiction, you make great friction.
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| So it’s history, you can count me out, it’s not apathy, it’s incomplete
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| You’d make great fiction, you make great friction.
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| You’d make great fiction, you make great friction.
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| Flying in the mainstream, second third time not a dream, and a crown don’t mean
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| a thing, when it’s made of pain.
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| You’d make great fiction, you make great friction.
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| You’d make great fiction, you make great friction.
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| I’m not the king of pain, put it down the drain, shame it’s not obvoius,
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| i’m not a prodigy. |