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Another Saturday |
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Another careless move |
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Tells the world |
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That you're thinking of what to do |
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A window opens up |
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And someone calls your name |
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But I can tell |
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You don't know how to play this game |
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I know this isn't it |
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You'll hit your target some day |
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. |
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So now you're on your own |
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Won't you come back home |
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To see you're not that kind |
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And find the strength |
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To find the strength |
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To find another way |
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. |
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So tell me what you need |
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And I'll accommodate |
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But if too long goes by |
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You just might be too late |
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An opportunity |
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You can't afford to waste |
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So have the lines in your head first |
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For heaven's sake |
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You hear the day beckoning |
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Know what it's all in your head |
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. |
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So now you're on your own |
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Won't you come back home |
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To see you're not that kind |
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And find the strength |
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To find the strength |
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To find another way |
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. |
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So now you're on your own |
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Won't you come back home |
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To see you're not that kind |
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And find the strength |
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To find the strength |
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. |
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So now you're on your own |
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Won't you come back home |
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To see you're not that kind |
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And find the strength |
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To find the strength |
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To find another way |
