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Saturday To Sunday

like the devil We're all tryin' to find the middle Between saint and sinner, wrong and right Sunday morning and Saturday night" Saint and sinner, wrong and right Sunday morning and Saturday

Saturday to Sunday's waste Then Monday's soon around It's time to leave the nightlife first And catch the last bus out of town And the sentiment of the

I'm always thinking of someone new I'm never sitting, okay with you There's always something else on my mind There's always something I can't find You

Come on, all you cowboys, all you blue-eyed baby boy Oh, come on, all you dashing gentlemen of summer I'll wait for you where Saturday's a memory And Sunday

A picture of Amsterdam Bare trees under glass Framed in the gray and white afternoon light Of a winter long past When I was a riser To Dublin I'd roam

do anything at all You think that you can do without me But I don't believe in Sundays And I don't believe in anything at all I don't believe in Sundays

Have you seen the little pieces of the people we have been? Little pieces blowing gently on the wind They have flown down California, they have landed

Wasted time running scared When all of love needs is to be believed in All those springs come and gone Passed like trains and box cars, leaving But I

Anything's hard to change But hey I got you down on your knees again You watch the sky, it's a pale parade of passing clouds That cover the bed upon which