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Saturday morning and it's time to go |
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One day these could be the days but who could have known |
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Loading in the back of a pickup truck |
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Riding with the boys and pushing the luck |
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Singing songs loud on the way to the game |
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Wishing all the things could still be the same |
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Chinese homeruns over the backstop |
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Kakua on the ball and soda pop well... |
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We used to laugh a lot |
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But only because we thought |
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That everything good always would remain |
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Nothing's gonna change there's no need to complain |
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Sunday morning and it's time to go |
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Been raining all night so everybody knows |
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Over to the field for tackle football |
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Big hits, big hats, yeah give me the ball |
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Rain is pouring, touchdown scoring |
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Keep on rolling, never boring |
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Karma, karma, karma chameleon |
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We're talking kinda funny from helium |
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We used to laugh a lot |
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But only because we thought |
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That everything good always would remain |
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Nothing's gonna change there's no need to complain |
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Monday morning and it's time to go |
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Wet trunks and schoolbooks and sand on my toes |
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Do anything you can to dodge the bus-stop blues |
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Like driving a padiddle with a burnt-out fuse |
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My best friend Kimi wants to go with you |
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So meet her by the sugar mill after school |
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My best friend Kimi wants to go with you |
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Meet her by the sugar mill after school |
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We used to laugh a lot |
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But only because we thought |
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That everything good always would remain |
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We used to laugh a lot |
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But only because we thought |
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That everything good always would |
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Everything good always would remain |
