7.Saturday
You are a car
You are a hospital
I'd walk to hell and back
To see you smile
On saturday
You are a star
You are a sea of air
I play great keyboards
Of horses' teeth
On saturday
On saturday
I'd like to tell you
How i feel
I'll probably keep it
'til saturday
Oh saturday, saturday
Oh saturday, saturday
Oh saturday, saturday
Oh saturday, saturday
Oh saturday, saturday
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