Sunshine coming in through my window, painting patterns upon the pillow.
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Draw the blind, just in time.
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Trying to wake up but minds still foggy, someone pour me another coffee.
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Strong and black, half a sack.
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Chorus:
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Hey!, every Saturday.
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Get up late but it's okay.
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Nothing changes on her face, nothing changes.
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Screw around town but my heads still aching,serves me right for the
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things I'm taking.
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Chilean wine, suits me fine.
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Later on bump into Paul and Bronwin, does anyone fancy a drink or something.
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Seven ten, start again.
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Chorus.
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Hey !, every Saturday.
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Get up late but it's okay.
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Nothing changes on her fate, nothing changes.
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Chorus and verses to fade :
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Get your body to San Francisco, (?) and a must go Tesco, (?) alfresco,
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pasta queck (?) and a dash of pesto.
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Saturday
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Saint Etienne |