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Lyrics: Clarks. Another Happy Ending. On Saturday.

I'm gonna quit 'cause it's getting old
And it'll save my life or so I've been told, yeah

You see I got this thing that I like to do
But it seems to get 'tween me and you
You won't understand if you gotta ask why
But if it's what you want I guess, I'll try

We're breaking up, you're moving out on Saturday
I'm losing friends, I'm losing face, I'm losing weight
So get your things out of my place on Saturday
On Saturday, on Saturday, on Saturday

I can't find my key, I know where it went
Straight out the door with half the rent
But I got this song that I like to sing
And you can keep the key, I'll keep the ring

We're breaking up, you're moving out on Saturday
I'm losing friends, I'm losing face, I'm losing weight
So get your things out of my place on Saturday
On Saturday, on Saturday, on Saturday

And she said, "It's not you, I just need my space"
On Saturday, on Saturday, on Saturday
I said, "It is me, just say it to my face"
On Saturday, on Saturday, on Saturday

All in time, it will be fine
Just me, myself and I sublime
All in time, it will be fine
Just me, myself and I sublime

We're breaking up, you're moving out on Saturday
I'm losing friends, I'm losing face, I'm losing weight
So get your things out of my place on Saturday
On Saturday, on Saturday, on Saturday

And she said, "It was you, I found somebody new"
On Saturday, on Saturday, on Saturday
She said, "That's not the color I wanted", I said, "Blue"
On Saturday, on Saturday, on Saturday

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