| She’s as free as the blue horizon
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| I’m a slave to this gravity
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| And every night, I hope and pray
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| She came back down to me
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| I keep my eyes on the stars
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| I track the heavens above my lonely world
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| I’m tracking her trajectory
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| She’s my baby, she’s my little satellite
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| We met at the Lunar Hilton
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| On a sea of tranquility
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| And maybe I was dreamin'
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| But we was shacked up at the honeymoon suite
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| She was a wonderful girl
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| It was a heavenly night
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| But the stars were wrong
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| I woke up she was gone
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| Like a memory
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| She’s probably just out of site
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| She’s my little satallite
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| I look for the sun where the stardust shines in the twilight
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| Constantly searching the constallations
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| Trying to determine the destination
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| Since I let her drift away
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| My heart is always lost in space
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| She’s my baby
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| She’s my little satellite
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| I look for the sun where the stardust shines in the twilight
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| Constantly searching the constallations
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| Trying to determine the destination
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| Since I let her drift away
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| My heart is always lost in space
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| She’s infinitely stebular
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| She’s not exactly down to Earth
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| It’s crazy but for what it’s worth
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| She’s my baby
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| She’s probably just out of sight
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| She’s my little satellite
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| She’s my little satellite
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| Satellite, Satellite, Satellite
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| Oh she’s my little satellite |