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Saturday Lyrics |
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 I`m good to go And I`m going nowhere fast It could be worse It could be taking you there with me I`m good to go But it looks like I`m still on my own I`m good to go For something golden Though the motions I`ve been going through have failed And I`m coasting on potential towards a wall At a 100 miles an hour When I say Two more weeks My foot is in the door (yeah) I can`t sleep In the wake of Saturday (Saturday) Saturday When these open doors were open-ended Saturday When these open doors were open-ended Pete and I attacked the lost Astoria* with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence And I read about the afterlife But I never really lived more than an hour (more than an hour) When I say Two more weeks My foot is in the door (yeah) I can`t sleep In the wake of Saturday (Saturday) Saturday When these open doors were open-ended Saturday When these open doors were open-ended And I read about the afterlife But I never really lived And I read about the afterlife But I never really lived Two more weeks My foot is in the door Me and Pete In the wake of Saturday Saturday When these open doors were open-ended Saturday When these open doors were open-ended Saturday Saturday [* In the CD booklet this line goes as "Pete and I said goodbye to Astoria" but in the actual song it sounds nothing like this] |
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