(the astrology of a saturday) I've seen sunrise the size of my head It freaks you up like ghouls from the dead I feel like I'm ready to run thru your room It's gonna be another gingerale afternoon
And I'm feelin' like I'm leavin' much too soon
Got a pocket full of capsules and some chocolate ice cream Both make me cool but one makes me dream I feel like I'm ready to race through your room It's gonna be another gingerale afternoon
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