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Clark |
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Thursday evening six o'clock |
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I stepped into a world of living all alone |
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Just a simple note that read |
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I cannot explain why this must be but now I've gone |
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Friday all day long I could tell myself that's what I wanted anyway |
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But Friday night has left me |
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Left me coming down with only lonely Saturday |
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I could take a walk uptown |
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I could have a drink or two with some old friends of mine |
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But they'd ask me how she's been |
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I don't think that I could take it I would die inside |
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I can live without a lot but living without her has something new to say |
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Cause Friday night has left me |
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Left me coming down with only lonely Saturday |
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Time on my hands hope the lord understands, a man shouldn't feel this way |
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Time and time again wish that clock would spend this lonely Saturday |
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SOLO |
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Time and time again wish that clock would spend this lonely Saturday |
