Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
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Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
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Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday Looks Good to Me
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Saturday Looks Good to Me
There's secret cities buried
Somewhere underground
But whether or not we find them
The world keeps spinning round
Everyone’s pretending that there's nothing left to say
But no matter what you tell them all
The truth shows in your face
But don't walk out that door
You know I need you here
So I won’t disappear into myself
Like everybody else
Until the world stops spinning
You spent all your money
You got poisoned like beforе
And you get so tired of sleeping on the mothеrfucking floor
You think you're something special now
But the girls think you're a joke
With your jacket from the thrift store
And your little rum & Coke
But don't walk through that door
You know I need you here
So I won't disappear into myself
Like everybody else
Until the world stops spinning
There's secret cities buried
Somewhere underground
But whether or not we find them
The world keeps spinning round
Everyone's pretending that there's nothing left to say
But no matter what you tell them all
The truth shows anyway
Until The World Stops Spinning (Single Version) was written by Fred Thomas.