satellite
sunday rain, on my parade, wash away, washed me away, cause we've been running our time, feel like a satellite, hosted in outer space, we build it up, to fall apart, and see the end, before it starts, oooohhh baby its cold in here, i'm chasing you down in a trail of tears, into your high place
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