Abby Mott

Abby Mott


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Written By: Abby McGivney

On Saturday, I slept away
I tried to leave all this sick world behind.
Then on Sunday, they made me wake
But all the things we’ve got to do just to stay alive
Got me wishing it was Saturday.

All the times, thought I had it right
Dreaming of five years down the road.
All the nights, driving by your side
Singing “honey we’ll be there soon,”
We’ll be there soon.

On Saturday, maybe we can slip away.
And we can leave all this sick world behind,
There’ll be no more Sundays.

(repeat “all the times…” through to end)