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There's something about this time of day |
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The sun goes home and the shadows fade |
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And all my thoughts come out to play |
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I count 'em one by one, and I come undone |
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When the lights the turn on in the streets tonight |
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And the moon hangs low, in the empty sky |
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I'll be thinking of you, wondering why |
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I'm a million miles away, just out here spinning around |
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Waiting to touch back down, like a satellite |
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Like a satellite |
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Maybe if I could fall asleep |
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I'll meet you somewhere in my dreams |
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Promise that you'll look for me |
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I'll be the one with the empty cup |
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But then I'll wake up |
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When the lights turn on in the streets tonight |
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And the moon hangs low, in the empty sky |
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I'll be thinking of you, wondering why |
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I'm a million miles away, just out here spinning around |
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Waiting to touch back down, like a satellite |
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I feel like I'm lost out here |
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Floating around in the atmosphere |
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When the lights turn on in the streets tonight |
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And the moon hangs low, in the empty sky |
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I'll be thinking of you, wondering why |
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I'm a million miles away |
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When the lights turn on in the streets tonight |
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And the moon hangs low, in the empty sky |
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I'll be thinking of you, wondering why |
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I'm a million miles away, just out here spinning around |
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Waiting to touch back down, like a satellite |
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Like a satellite |
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When the lights come on in the street tonight |
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I'll be your satellite |
