Saturday before the sun is up,
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I'm out the door and on my way I
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Catch the two and then the thirty five
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And by six fifteen I'm on the train.
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Thirty miles till the final stop
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And still I have to walk a few more.
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By the time I finally reach your garden's gate
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I have nineteen steps till I'm at your door.
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Oh what a thrill,
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To finally be with you
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And when I see your face I know that,
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There ain't nothing strong enough to keep me away from you.
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There can be a wall of fire ten feet or higher,
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I would just walk on through.
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Where there once was only room for one,
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Wherever there will be two.
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That's why I travel all this way for you,
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To you,
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For you.
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Ooooo
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Sunday night and I'm at home alone
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And I miss the smell of your perfume.
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Five long days and four more hours,
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Till I am there again with you.
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And oh what a thrill,
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To finally be with you.
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When I see your face
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I know that,
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There ain't nothing strong enough to keep me away from you.
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There can be a wall of fire ten feet or higher,
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I would walk on through.
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Where there once was only room for one,
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Wherever there will be two.
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That's why I travel all this way for you.
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Seconds make minutes,
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Make hours make days,
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I've added it all up a million ways.
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Multiply that times a fact and when I'm with you,
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I feel brand new.
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That's why I travel all this way for you.
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There ain't nothing strong enough to keep me away from you.
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There can be a wall of fire ten feet or higher,
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I would walk on through.
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Where there once was only room for one,
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Wherever there will be two.
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That's why I travel all this way.
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Just to see your pretty face,
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Each and every Saturday for you,
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To you,
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For you.
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For You
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| David Ryan Harris |
