| There’s satellites drifting in my mind
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| Taking me far beyond this town
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| Pushing me further out of reach
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| Or bringing me all the way around
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| There’s satellites somewhere in my eyes
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| Taking photographs of who I was
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| There’s a slideshow of who I wanna be
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| But it feels like lightyears away from me
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| It might be that all I need is space
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| My silence only seems to let you down
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| Feels like I’m running out of ways
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| Of keeping my feet closer to the ground
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| There’s satellites moving in my heart
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| Pulling me close to honesty
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| I’d walk the world and back again
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| If I could find out what she needs from me
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| It might be that all I need is space
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| But my silence only seems to let you down
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| Feels like I’m running out of ways
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| Of keeping my feet closer to the ground
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| Feels like I’m running out of ways
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| Of keeping my feet closer to the ground
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| There’s satellites drifting in my mind
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| Taking me far beyond this town
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| Pushing me further out of reach
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| Or bringing me all the way around
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| Might be that all I need is space
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| But my silence only seems to let you down
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| Might be all I need’s a little grace
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| As these words are searching to be found |