Zak and Sara

Sara spelled without an "h" was getting bored
 On a Peavey amp in 1984
 While Zak without a "c", tried out some new guitars
 Playing Sara-with-no-h's favorite song
 (La da da, la da da, la da da)
 (La da da, la da da, la da da)
 Zak and Sara
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 Often Sara would have spells where she lost time
 She saw the future, she heard voices from inside
 The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny
 Because at home they got her smacked
 (La da da, la da da, la da da)
 (La da da, la da da, la da da)
 Zak and Sara
 Mmm, Zak and Sara
 Zak called his dad about layaway plans
 And Sara told the friendly salesman that
 "You'll all die in your cars
 And why's it gotta be dark?
 And you're all working in a submarine"
 (Asshole)
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 She saw the lights, she saw the pale English face
 Some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass
 Visions of pills that put you in a loving trance
 That make it possible for all white boys to dance
 And when Zak finished Sara's song, Sara clapped
 (La da da, la da da, la da da)
 (La da da, la da da, la da da)
 Zak and Sara
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 Zak and Sara
 (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah)
 (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah)