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Saturday mornin' and it's time to go |
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One day these could be the days but who could have known |
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Loadin' in the back of a pickup truck |
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Ridin' with the boys and pushin' the luck |
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Singin' songs loud on the way to the game |
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Wishin' all the things could still be the same |
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Chinese home runs over the backstop |
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Kakua on the ball and soda pop well |
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We used to laugh a lot |
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But only because we thought |
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That everything good always would remain |
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Nothing gonna change there's no need to complain |
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Sunday mornin' and it's time to go |
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Been rainin' all night so everybody knows |
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Over to the field for tackle football |
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Big hits, big hats, yeah give me the ball |
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Rain is pourin', touchdown scorin' |
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Keep on rollin', never borin' |
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Karma, karma, karma chameleon |
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We're talkin' kinda funny from helium, well |
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We used to laugh a lot |
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But only because we thought |
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That everything good always would remain |
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Nothing gonna change there's no need to complain |
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Monday mornin' and it's time to go |
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Wet trunks and schoolbooks and sand on my toes |
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Do anything you can to dodge the bus stop blues |
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Like drivin' a padiddle with a burnt out fuse |
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My best friend |
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Kimi wants to go with you |
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So meet her by the sugar mill after school |
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My best friend |
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Kimi wants to go with you |
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Meet her by the sugar mill after school |
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We used to laugh a lot |
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But only because we thought |
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That everything good always would remain |
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We used to laugh a lot |
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But only because we thought |
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That everything good always would |
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Everything good always would remain, mmm mmm |
