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It's Saturday I wake up Mom knows Breakfast shows up at 8 It's Saturday Dad's gone Off to work Won't be back till late Next morning On a trip
Nobody dares travel these rough and rarely tread roads, but I follow them because I know where they lead. Deep in a forest overgrown with trees shrouded in darkness with rocks all about, but can you see?
Girl, when we are together We have a loving and sentimental bond Nothing but sweetness and tenderness Together, our hearts beat as one With magic and wonder in the air We light the fire through the night