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Saturday Night

Saturday Night

It is Saturday night

And I am lying on my bed. 

It is Saturday night 

And I am staring at my bedroom ceiling. 

It is Saturday night 

And my vision is getting blurry. 

It is Saturday night 

And there are salty rivers flowing down my cheeks. 

It is Saturday night 

And they are all at a party. 

It is Saturday night 

And they are all dancing and laughing. 

It Saturday night 

And they are all having fun. 

It is Saturday night 

And I am lying on my bed. 

It is Saturday night 

And I am alone. 

It is Saturday night 

Where did I go wrong. 


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