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Maurice white, al mckay & philip bailey |
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It was saturday nite, the moon was bright |
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Shining down, it's harvest light |
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Music all around to hear, set the stage |
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And atmosphere--many dress to suit |
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Their taste, participate in the ego race |
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Tonite's the night, for you to be |
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Biggest man in history |
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Saturday nite's your curtain call |
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You found your place after all |
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I saw a face in the crowd |
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Sayin' nothin', yet talking loud |
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Life is just a day |
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Living games we play |
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London bridge is fallin' down |
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Do what simon says |
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Doing what you feel, |
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Games can be unreal |
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Humpty-dumpty when you fall |
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There be no one here to call |
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Life is stil your mystery |
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You see, you see, you see |
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Many friends, who gather 'round |
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In hope, to feel safe and sound |
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We emphasize, to make it clear |
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Our stumbling nations atmosphere |
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While looking thru the looking glass |
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Our vision show, a stormy past |
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When you gonna wake, and see the sun-- |
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Stop wasting time and having fun |
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Life is just a day |
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Daily games we play |
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London bridge has fallen down |
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You did what simon said |
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Doing what you feel |
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Games are so unreal |
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Humpty-dumpty why'd you fall |
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You see there's no one here to call |
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Now we've solved this mystery |
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You see, you see, you see |
