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Happy Saturday - I get shattered every time you leave and I'm left spinning all around. Happy Saturday - what's it matter if I'm all alone since you're not here to drag me down. When I'm left here to my own devices I struggle to get to my feet. I'm tired of all the surprises: All roads lead to tragedy. Happy Saturday - oh no can it be that finally you've gone away for good this time. Happy Saturday - at the count of three let go at last and let me have some peace of mind. It's all become very confusing; I'm trying to sort it all out. One thing that's clear is you're losing - is that what you're on about? In the Garden of Eden baby, don't you know that I'm changing all the locks. One is happy and two's a crowd. You don't know when opportunity might knock and rock your world in unimagined ways. I'm off the clock saluting those about to rock. It's not a lot but it ain't noise pollution baby. Now if you're finished confessing you can just turn it around. I'm silently counting my blessings. I think you know your way out.

I'm alright - oh, it took a little time but everything has come together since you left.
i got sad and then i got a little fat but now i'm finally at my fighting weight again.
It's sure tough and some days i felt i'd had enough - i guess i really took it on the chin.
but by gum,i knocked in the winning run 'cause it was time i started letting freedom ring.

now just between us there were three or four bad weeks but then
I saw it was a blessing in disguise.
i bounced back and after analyzing all the facts i'm happy that you're seeing other guys.

Silence now: I want it quiet now. I wanna feel the clock inside my brain start winding down. Don't you see I'm in a spaceship dream and the red light on your motorbike's a scream. When I get my bearings, soon it's always something new. Hating all the waiting for the day I won't remember you. There's never time to set things right - there's too much time to try. Only in November do I cry. I try to fly but when I go too high I see in seeking my own level I diminish. Misery doesn't want company and when it does I cut it right off at the knees. When I get my bearings, soon it's always something new. Missing, wishing hopelessly and hating myself for it too.
There's never time to set things right - there's too much time to try. Only in November do I cry. Celebration of a lovesick nation that's surrounded by a shining sea of broken hearts. I'm still asleep, laughing inside my dream because the red light on your motorbike's a scream. When I get my bearings, soon it's always something new. Hating all the waiting for the day I won't remember you. There's never time to set things right - there's too much time to try. Only in November do I cry. There's never time to set things right - there's always time to try. Only in November do I cry. And the red light on your motorbike's a scream.