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  All day, there's nobody with whom to play.

  From the dawn to the rise of the moon.

  I hope this ends soon.

  I hope this does'nt stay.  I hate things this way.

  

  Saturday.



  I'm home all alone.  

  I feel like I'm going to fall.  I can't even get to the mall.

  Again and again, I want to do something, but when

  A blues song I want to sing.

  

  Saturday



  What do I do?  

  There's nothing to say.  Go by does another day.

  It makes me want to cry.  A tear from my eye.

  Why?