Angry Salad - Saturday Girl Lyrics
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Saturday Girl
Saturday Girl Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Saturday Girl By Angry Salad?
She lost herself when the meds kicked in
Staring at a chair where her folks had been All she wanted to tell them was: "I'm alright." It's late, and a stillness hangs on her wall Broken by the sound of the faint footfalls As the last orderly moves slowly into the night [Bridge] And a song that she used to know, from a pocket radio And it floats from the floor above; song she used to love Reminds her of the time when she had any place to go [Chorus] Is this time? Is it all I've got? (She thinks) Is this life? Is it all I've got? That you could walk away and leave me with something I can't fight, yeah This thing has got a hold of me and all my Saturday... all my Saturday nights She thinks to herself, I'll hide them underneath my tongue In the moment she's aware of what she won't become When she feels herself slipping, she whispers: "I'm alright." The ceiling reflects headlights coming over the hill She's lying on her back, and she's perfectly still She knew they'd come back for her, but they fade out of sight [Bridge] [Chorus] If you're out there listening, you know what I'm missing They took time; oh, it was mine I want my life back, I want my life back [Chorus] Is this time? Is it? Is this life? Is it? Is this time? Is it all I've... all I've got, all I've got? I could stumble across this hall; I could find my way... find my way back home |
Who Wrote Saturday Girl By Angry Salad?
Bob Whelan
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What's The Duration Of The Saturday Girl By Angry Salad?The duration of Saturday Girl is 4:24 minutes and seconds. |
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