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A strange guy, little Billie, little brother |
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Imagine livin' on a tree top |
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I feel free |
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The independence of his mother rather being evil instead of dead |
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Billie is seaching for melancholic madness |
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I lost hope, wasted time, spread love be borne again |
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Billie is seaching for melancholy madness |
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I lost hope, wasted time, spread love be borne again |
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But I swear, yeah I do, I could need some lightnings, too |
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Hold them up to shine for you |
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But right in there, in between where I glow |
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Billie needs, Billie needs, Billie needs some satellites |
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Yeah he needs, oh he needs, Billie needs some satellites |
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But Billie is searching for something |
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Billie is searching just for me |
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Billie is searching for something |
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But I swear, yeah I do, I could need some lightnings, too |
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Hold them up to shine for you |
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But right in there, in between where I glow |
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Billie needs, Billie needs, Billie needs some satellites |
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Yeah he needs, oh he needs, Billie needs some satellites |
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Yeah he needs, oh he needs, Billie needs some satellites |
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Yeah he needs, oh he needs, Billie needs some satellites |
