Saturday Lyrics

You waited for Saturday
And waited for my birthday
And most of us probably
Expect even less than that
And I�m glad you�re not like us
And by us I mean everyone in the world who isn�t you

All this time
I thought was mine
Your proximity made
When boredom comes
It won�t be long
Before I sing to you
There�s nothing you can do
There�s nothing you can say
To make my problems go away
Or to make me do the same

From the outside
My ideas
Pour me outside
Bottled feeling
For a mountain
Marbled ceiling
Commence the healing

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