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It was a Saturday night in a place back just like this |
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In the laughin', in the dancin', we were havin' one last kiss |
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There's nothing quite as lonely as a crowd when you're all alone |
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And there's nothing but Sunday morning waitin' for me at home |
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So why does everybody love Saturday night? |
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Stale smell of beer and the smoke in your eyes |
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I keep sittin' and drinkin' and thinkin' 'bout a sad goodbye |
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So tell me, why is everybody so in love with Saturday night? |
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Well, hey bartender, could you throw those drunk girls out? |
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And don't you think that band's just a little too loud? |
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Tell that couple in the corner to please go get a room |
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Oh, it's a damn good party but what am I supposed to do |
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Why does everybody love Saturday night? |
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Stale smell of beer and the smoke in your eyes |
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I keep sittin' and drinkin' and thinkin' 'bout a sad goodbye |
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So tell me, why is everybody so in love with Saturday night? |
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Well, she's out there somewhere |
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With a pretty little dress, a smile in her eyes |
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'Cause she's one of those who loves Saturday night |
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Why does everybody love Saturday night? |
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Stale smell of beer and the smoke in your eyes |
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I keep sittin' and drinkin' and thinkin' 'bout a sad goodbye |
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So tell me, why is everybody so in love? |
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Why is everybody so in love? |
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Why is everybody so in love with Saturday night? |
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Oh yeah, Saturday night |
