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Like a Saturday night Ill be gone
Like a Saturday night Ill be gone
before you knew that I was there
So you wrote it down
Im supposed to care
Even though its never there
Sorry if Im not prepared
Is it hard to see the things you substitute
For me and all my thoughts of you
Its eating me alive to leave you
Maybe its childish and maybe its wrong
But so is your blank stare in lieu of this song
Maybe its childish and maybe its wrong
Dont wanna be, dont wanna be wrong
Youre leaving me, youre leaving me in lieu of this song
Dont wanna be, dont wanna be wrong
Youre leaving me, youre leaving me in lieu of this song
Im breathing in your skin tonight
Quiet is my loudest cry
Wouldnt wanna wake the eyes that make me melt inside
And if its healthier to leave you be
may a sickness come and set me free
Kill me while I still believe that you were meant for me
Im finding my own words, my own little stage
my own epic drama, my own scripted page
Ill send you the rough draft, Ill seal it with tears
Maybe youll read it and Ill reappear
From the start it was shaky and the characters rash,
A nice setting for heartache where emotions come last
All I have deep inside, to overcome this desire
are friendly intentions and fair-weather smiles
And I dont wanna be, dont wanna be wrong
youre leaving me, youre leaving me in lieu of this song
Dont wanna be, dont wanna be wrong
Youre leaving me, youre leaving me in lieu of this song
Like Saturday night Ill be gone
Like Saturday night Ill be gone
Like Saturday night Ill be gone
Like Saturday night Ill be gone before you knew that I was there
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