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New Saturday
In the park, didn't think you fell that hard
Woke up again
Woke up and you wanted a new start
Oh-oh
New Saturday
In the park, didn't think you fell that hard
Oh, Adrian
The silver maple never saw you coming
Stay where you are
State what you are
Stay where you are
And no one gets hurt
You cut your hair
Now you look like a little boy
You climbed the stairs
So high, you can't come down from there
Said you wanted to get together, but you don't
Said you wanted to get together, but you won't
Say something, waste something
Change your life
Take something, break something
Make your flight
Say something, anything
Mommy wants you to be a doctor
So she can tell her friends you're like your father
Oh, and if it's all for the sake of conversation
Then maybe you should try a new vocation
Oh-oh, saved by a waif and the weight of your wayfarers
(Not to be confused with hippies in Toronto)
You cut your hair (you cut your hair)
Now you look like a little boy
You climbed the stairs (you cut your hair)
So high, you can't come down from there
Said you wanted to get it together, but you don't (you cut your, you cut your hair)
Said you wanted to get it together, but you won't (you cut your, you cut your hair)
Saved by a waif and the weight of your wayfarers
