Saturday night dont know what date or time It takes some getting used to So leave your world and all behind And everything that you choose Steal yourself Some fools gold Im fuelled by you and your design Steal yourself some control I take from you a tired casual high He was found face down in a living room Still clutching on to their ashes Fistful of sand in a cold monsoon Its tunnel vision on acid Steal yourself Some fools gold Im fuelled by you and your design Steal yourself some control I take from you a tired casual high But theres a silent fugitive Comes to you in your dreams You say theres nothing wrong and that youll live forever Steal yourself Some fools gold Im fuelled by you and your design Steal yourself some control I take from you a tired casual high
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