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Satellites
the wind is turning slowly
you look so tired but happy
they dont speak for us
i will sing like a choir in the dark for us
satellites and old surprises
this is the final trek-home bound
satellites and old surprises
such a pretty house
such a pretty garden
no one knows the worlds surprises
the world is spinning silently
you look so weak but strong
skinny frame but big heart
they dont speak for us
only we speak for us
i will sing like a choir in the dark for us
no one knows the worlds surprises
so we will bury ourselves
under all the fuss.
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