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FALL OUT BOY
Take This To Your Grave 2003
Saturday текст песни
Saturday
I'm good to go
And I'm going nowhere fast
It could be worse
It could be taking you there with me
I'm good to go
But it looks like I'm still on my own
I'm good to go
For something golden
Though the motions I've been going through have failed
And I'm coasting on potential towards a wall
At a 100 miles an hour
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can't sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria*
with promise and precision and mess of youthful innocence
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived more than an hour (more than an hour)
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can't sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door
Me and Pete
In the wake of Saturday
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
Saturday
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- Tell That Mick He Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today
- Dead On Arrival
- Grand Theft Autumn (Where Is Your Boy) (with video)
- Saturday (with video)
- Homesick At Spacecamp
- Sending Postcards From A Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here)
- Chicago Is So Two Years Ago
- The Pros And Cons Of Breathing
- Grenade Jumper
- Calm Before The Storm
- Reinventing The Wheel To Run Myself Over
- The Patron Saint Of Liars And Fakes
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