| Saturday before the sun is up
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| I’m out the door and on my way I
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| Catch the two and then the thirty-five
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| And by six-fifteen I’m on the train
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| Thirty miles till the final stop
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| And still I have to walk a few more
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| By the time I finally reach your garden’s gate
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| I have nineteen steps till I’m at your door
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| And oh, what a thrill
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| To finally be with you
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| And when I see your face I know that
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| There ain’t nothing strong enough to keep me away from you
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| There could be a wall of fire, ten feet or higher
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| I would just walk on through
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| Where there once was only room for one
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| Forever there will be two
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| That’s why I travel all this way for you
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| To you, for you
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| Sunday night and I’m at home alone
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| And I miss the smell of your perfume
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| Five long days and far more hours
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| Till I am there again with you
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| And oh, what a thrill
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| To finally be with you
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| And when I see your face I know
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| There ain’t nothing strong enough to keep me away from you
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| There could be a wall of fire, ten feet or higher
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| I would just walk on through
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| Where there once was only room for one
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| Forever there will be two
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| That’s why I travel all this way for you
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| Seconds make minutes, make hours, make days
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| I’ve added it all up a million ways
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| Multiply that times the fact that when I’m with you
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| I feel brand new
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| That’s why I travel all this way to you
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| There ain’t nothing strong enough to keep me away from you
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| There could be a wall of fire, ten feet or higher
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| I would walk on through
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| Where there once was only room for one
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| Forever there will be two
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| That’s why I travel all this way
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| Just to see your pretty face
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| Each and every Saturday for you
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| To you, for you |