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Misguided satellite |
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I circle by habit, |
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can't find my orbit to save my life |
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I want to fall, |
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I want to burn, |
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like an ignorant craterless meteorite |
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Long ago I was derailed, |
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long ago the mission failed |
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but in the distance there appears a light |
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Disgruntled architect |
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building a palace |
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cant make it perfect to save my life |
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victimless crime ride the wrecking ball in |
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evacuate now while I breathe dynamite |
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Efforts all to no avail |
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I'm perfection's countervail |
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torn in pieces, I am made contrite |
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And in my darkest hour |
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the brightest light draws near to me |
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a torch to end all torches, |
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this is the light that sets me free |
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all shadows burn away now |
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but by his grace I am sustained |
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though all was lost, |
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now all is found and more is gained |
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Lift me up and make me whole |
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Instill in me a new hope |
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Breathe new life into my soul |
