| You’re like the satellite,
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| Scouring the globe,
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| I’m like the radio,
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| Deciphering the code,
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| And my heart is full,
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| Full of wonder when I look at you,
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| When I look at you.
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| You’re like a telegraph,
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| Writing to my heart,
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| I’m like an autograph,
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| Dying to make my mark,
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| But you slow me down,
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| As I rush into your frequency,
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| You take hold of me,
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| So easily…
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| I am the moth, you are the flame,
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| I am the tree, you are the wind,
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| I am your child, you’re calling me,
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| Like a satellite,
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| You’re like a satellite to me.
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| You’re like a polygraph,
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| Reading into me.
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| I’m like a criminal,
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| Your judgement didn’t see.
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| You’re not angry with me,
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| When I show you that I don’t believe,
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| You take hold of me,
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| So easily…
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| I am the moth, you are the flame,
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| I am the tree, you are the wind,
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| I am your child, you’re calling me,
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| Like a satellite,
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| You’re like a satellite to me.
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| If I’m honest with you,
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| You will give me what I need.
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| If I stand before you,
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| Will the world see what I see?
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| And if I fall into the night,
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| You’ll still be light.
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| Like a satellite,
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| You’re like a satellite to me.
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| I am the moth, you are the flame,
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| I am the tree, you are the wind,
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| I am your child, you’re calling me,
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| Like a satellite,
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| You’re like a satellite to me.
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| Like a satellite. |