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Anonymous users2024-02-09ti: Saturday and Sunday].
ar: Cao Fang].
Song title: Saturday and Saturday.
Singer: Cao Fang.
Lyrics and music: Cao Fang.
**:Single.
by:bn50add
Stubborn, brave, confused.
that is my yeaterday
It's yours and I don't want it.
Fresh I'm looking for it.
every step
on my saturday night
Only true to myself.
Who are you, don't look for me, I'm not there.
saturday , and my sundaysaturday , oh my sunday on the way home.
Picked up a sunshine.
I feel splendid.
I think I really like it.
It's like a pencil outline.
Your silly look.
The princes in fairy tales are all.
The way you look.
Simple, elegant, free.
that is my yesterday
Hope is eternally complicated.
Real every step
On my Sunday afternoon you can go for a walk.
Who are you to meet me, I am not there.
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Anonymous users2024-02-08Stubborn Brave Confused That is my yeaterday I don't want fresh I'm coming to find every step on my saturday night Be true to myself Who are you Don't look for me I'm not on saturday , and my Sunday saturday , oh my Sunday Walking on the way home Pick up a sunshine and feel brilliant I think I really like it Like a pencil sketching your silly appearance The princes in the fairy tales are all like you, the like, simple, elegant, free, that is, my yesterday, hope is forever, complex, real, every step on my sunday afternoon, you can go out for a walk, who are you, meet me, I am not there.
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Anonymous users2024-02-07Song: Saturday and Sunday.
Singer: Cao Fang.
Lyrics: Click, Click, Pull, Pull, Kiss, ......
Stubborn, brave, confused.
that is my yeaterday
It's yours and I don't want it.
Fresh I'm looking for it.
every step
on my saturday night
Only true to myself.
Who are you, don't look for me, I'm not there.
saturday , and my sundaysaturday , oh my sunday on the way home.
Picked up a sunshine.
I feel splendid.
I think I really like it.
It's like a pencil sketching out your cautious stupidity.
The princes in fairy tales are all what you look like.
Simple, elegant, free.
that is my yesterday
Hope is eternally complicated.
Real every step
On my Sunday afternoon you can go for a walk.
Who are you to meet me, I am not there.
saturday , and my sundaysaturday , oh my sunday on the way home.
Picked up a sunshine.
I feel splendid.
I think I really like it.
It's like a high-rent potato pen that outlines your stupidity.
The princes in fairy tales are all like you.
Walking on the way home, I picked up a ray of sunshine.
It's like a pencil sketching out your silliness.
saturday, and my sundaysaturday, oh my sunday, on the way home.