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Saturday night ended sadly
Beauty on its ass
Circling the crops
Another dropped pass
But she got nerve to burn
'cause everybody's brought her shame
Now it's her turn
So she lets the swarm squirm
She's been spread like a germ
And she's been turned
Like everybody
And now the hopelessness sets in
Knowing that somebody else will always win

And now the fever sets in
From knowing that
Somebody else will always win
Where does your revenge end?
Your future begin
From inside

Being alone haunts her badly
Hollow inside
It's about to break her back
Still along for the ride
'cause they keep dragging her down
Everybody wants what she's got
And it's a dirty town
So she lets the crew creep
While she drowns in the deep
Depths that consume her
And now the hopelessness sets in
Knowing that somebody else will always win


An eternity of lost Sundays
An infinite slide
The bed becomes a bank
To save the tears she has cried
Now she begins to lose count
Because nobody fills the hole
'though it's been filled in
And dug out
So she drains the last drop
But even the flood
Can't block the time
That runs past her
And now the hopelessness sets in
Knowing that somebody else will always win
Saturday night ended sadly    Beauty on its ass    Circling the crops    Another dropped pass    But she got nerve to burn    'cause everybody's brought her shame    Now it's her turn    So she lets the swarm squirm    She's been spread like a germ    And she's been turned    Like everybody    And now the hopelessness sets in    Knowing that somebody else will always win       And now the fever sets in    From knowing that    Somebody else will always win    Where does your revenge end?    Your future begin    From inside       Being alone haunts her badly    Hollow inside    It's about to break her back    Still along for the ride    'cause they keep dragging her down    Everybody wants what she's got    And it's a dirty town    So she lets the crew creep    While she drowns in the deep    Depths that consume her    And now the hopelessness sets in    Knowing that somebody else will always win          An eternity of lost Sundays    An infinite slide    The bed becomes a bank    To save the tears she has cried    Now she begins to lose count    Because nobody fills the hole    'though it's been filled in    And dug out    So she drains the last drop    But even the flood    Can't block the time    That runs past her    And now the hopelessness sets in    Knowing that somebody else will always win
 
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