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Satellite
Nothing compares with when I see you shineWhenever you need me I've got the timeYou are the sun, the sand and all the stars in flightAnd someday I will be your satelliteGave me cold logic when I touched your skinBold understanding anarchistNor can these bones be broken in foreign timesCan you see my many sunken eyes?You are the sun, the sand and all the stars in flightAnd someday I will be your satellite
From Letras Mania