How can I tell her that I love her, When windy week-end warnings tell me summer teases? When I first saw her with another, My world fell, and I stumbled for a while. I stumbled for a while. Whatever happened to Saturday night? Don't know what I'm going through, Look everything is new, Each time I turn around, Feels like I'm falling down. How can I tell her that I love her, When windy week-end warnings tell me summer teases? When I first saw her with another, My world fell, and I stumbled for a while. I stumbled for a while. Whatever happened to Saturday night? Back home, look around, Leaves falling on the ground, Changes since I've been gone, Don't know if I belong. Spoke to her yesterday, Couldn't think of much to say, She said that by the winter... She'd be gone...
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