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Saturday to Sunday's wasteThen Monday's soon aroundIt's time to leave the nightlife firstAnd catch the last bus out of townAnd the sentiment of the last song that I heardStays with me as if I'd written every wordI thought I saw an open doorWith a bright light shining throughBut what it was I don't recallBut I think you've seen it tooAnd these are the days and the ways I've knownDreaming that this bird has flownChorusAnd if you burn your fingers in the fireRemember me and my desireIt might be easier this wayCould be easier that wayIt's got to be easier this wayIf you're trying to change the worldI saw a film just made for meSaid you've got to walk the lineThe day will come when I feed the flamesI'm just biding my timeThese are the days and the ways I've knownJust dreaming that this bird has flownChorus
Saturday to Sunday's wasteThen Monday's soon aroundIt's time to leave the nightlife firstAnd catch the last bus out of townAnd the sentiment of the last song that I heardStays with me as if I'd written every wordI thought I saw an open doorWith a bright light shining throughBut what it was I don't recallBut I think you've seen it tooAnd these are the days and the ways I've knownDreaming that this bird has flownChorusAnd if you burn your fingers in the fireRemember me and my desireIt might be easier this wayCould be easier that wayIt's got to be easier this wayIf you're trying to change the worldI saw a film just made for meSaid you've got to walk the lineThe day will come when I feed the flamesI'm just biding my timeThese are the days and the ways I've knownJust dreaming that this bird has flownChorus