| I wish I could sleep
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| But I’m tied down
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| Dirty in these borrowed sheets
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| It’s been a week
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| And I’ve singing to my feet, yeah
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| But I won’t admit defeat 'til
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| Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
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| Well, come my way
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| For your information
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| I love my demons
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| 'Cause they keep me company, yeah
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| I’ve grown to love my new routine
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| But on my better days
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| Better days, better days
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| Consider yourself one of my best friends
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| Consider yourself one of my enemies, enemies
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| I wish I could speak
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| We spend the last half hour in the back room
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| Celebrating me
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| And now I feel a little cheap, yeah
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| But I won’t admit defeat 'til
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| Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
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| It’s not one of my better days
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| Better days, better days
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| Consider yourself one of my best friends
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| Consider yourself one of my enemies, enemies
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| So show a little skin and make a million
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| Bare a little soul and make a million more
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| Show a little skin and make a million
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| Bare a little soul and make a million more
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| When I grow up, woah
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| I wanna be famous, woah
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| And when you grow up, woah
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| Will you still blame us?
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| I wish I could sleep
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| I’ve been tied down
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| Dirty in these borrowed sheets
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| It’s been a bitch of a week, yeah
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| Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
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| Consider yourself one of my best friends
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| Consider yourself one of my enemies, enemies
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| So show a little skin and make a million
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| Bare a little soul and make a million more
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| Show a little skin and make a million
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| Bare a little soul and make a million more |