| There’s something about this time of day
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| The sun goes home and the shadows fade
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| All my thoughts come out to play
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| I count them one by one…
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| And I come undone
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| When the lights turn on in the streets tonight, and the moon hangs low in the
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| empty sky
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| I’ll be thinking of you, wondering why I’m a million miles away
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| Just out here spinning around, waiting to touch back down, like a satellite
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| Maybe if I could fall asleep, I’d meet you somewhere in my dreams
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| Promise that you’ll look for me, I’ll be the one with the empty cup
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| Then I’ll wake up
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| When the lights turn on in the streets tonight, and the moon hangs low in the
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| empty sky
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| I’ll be thinking of you, wondering why I’m a million miles away
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| Just out here spinning around, waiting to touch back down, like a satellite
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| I feel like I’m lost out here, floating around in the atmosphere
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| When the lights turn on in the streets tonight, and the moon hangs low in the
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| empty sky
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| I’ll be thinking of you, wondering why I’m a million miles away
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| When the lights turn on in the streets tonight, and the moon hangs low in the
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| empty sky
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| I’ll be thinking of you, wondering why I’m a million miles away
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| Just out here spinning around, waiting to touch back down, like a satellite
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| Like a satellite
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| When the lights come on in the streets tonight
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| I’ll be your satellite |