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Did you see me the other night? |
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Did I catch your eye, your attention |
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sliding by on a cloudless night? |
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Spying down and spinning around |
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To the naked eye I'm far from a sight to see |
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Drawing lines on both hemispheres and the stars outshine me |
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Always analyzing |
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Sending out our findings |
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It occurs to me... |
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We are all satellites with golden wings inhaling the light |
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Pushed to meet criteria in the long run |
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Don't you think that I've had my share |
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That the burden I bear compares to what I receive |
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If you label me obsolete I'll remain here among, and as a part galactic debris |
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We are all satellites with golden wings inhaling the light |
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Pushed to meet criteria in the long run |
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We are all satellites with golden wings inhaling the light |
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Hope to meet criteria in the longer run |
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Have I outstayed my welcome here? |
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But I may linger a little longer, hang around for no particular purpose or reason |
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Before you burn me in your atmosphere (crash me into your sea.) |
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push me out of your orbit... |
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...know that I will always remember |
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Know that I won't consider surrender |