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Whitey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Whitey
Composer
Nathan Wonnacott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Whitey
Producer
Lyrics
Saturday night, ate our lives completely
The future looked bad, it was all we had
Saturday came and we lost our minds completely
Ready or not, 'cause it's all we've got
Something has to change now
Pressure finds it's way out
Saturday stretched to an endless line
The morning as far as the end of time
And if we don't lose our heads
Then we'll all be fine
Saturday night was our promised land
And Saturday all that we ever had
And we reached for ourselves
When we raised our hands
Saturday night, you know where to find me
Miles away from the long, dull day
Lost in a dream and the world seems far behind me
I'm somebody else, I escaped myself
Something has to change now
Pressure finds it's way out
For now
Let me lose myself
For a while
Let me lose myself
Saturday stretched to an endless line
The morning as far as the end of time
And if we don't lose our heads
Then we'll all be fine
Saturday night was our promised land
And Saturday all that we ever had
And we reached for ourselves
When we raised our hands
Writer(s): Nathan Joseph Wonnacott
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