Saturdays
Peartree
She comes alive on Saturdays
But Sundays she’s already done
Dance all night on Saturdays
But Sunday morning she’s alone
But Sundays she’s already done
Dance all night on Saturdays
But Sunday morning she’s alone
She used to breath emotions
Why have they all now become
A bittersweet devotion
To an inexistent cause
Let the feeling open
The feeling open
Ohh
And now her days
Are seldom what they used to be
She’s dancing high
Oh dancing to a different beat
She used to breath emotions
Why have they all now become
A bittersweet devotion
To an inexistent cause
Let the feeling open
The feeling open
Ohh
Let the feeling open
The feeling open
Ohh
The feeling open
Ohh
Ohh
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