Da-da...
Ahhh...
Hold my breath for three more year
Yeah, three years
On my own on Saturdays
It's glorious *2
We were tired from the
Scrabbled and we slept
Through the window came the rain
It's glorious *6
Being tired from the
Hold my breath for three more year
Yeah, three years
On my own on Saturdays
It's glorious *3
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