No sleep
I haven't slept for a week
And I'm cold
Yeah, I'm so cold
She's right
I should do something with my life
But I'm old, I'm old
I'm getting old
Those eyes
She said they don't recognize me
Those lips
They never call out my name, my name, my name
It feels so heavy
It feels so heavy
Heavy
I'm waiting for a Saturday
I'm waiting for a Saturday
And I'm too young to be old
Une fille
Jolie
Passe tout pres de moi
Elle arretait le temps
A coin de St. Catherine et St. Laurent
It feels so heavy
It feels so heavy
Heavy
I'm waiting for a Saturday
I'm waiting for a Saturday
And I'm too young to be old
Elle me regardait
Et elle souriait
Elle m'a fait penser
A rien en ce moment
Et comme le vent
Elle s'en allait
Et moi j'suis reveille
Ouais moi j'suis reveille
It feels so heavy
It feels so heavy
Heavy
I'm waiting for a Saturday
I'm waiting for a Saturday
It feels so heavy
It feels so heavy
Heavy
I'm waiting for a Saturday
I'm waiting for a Saturday
And I'm too young to be old
Sam Roberts
Saturday, March 10, 2007
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