| I wish upon a satellite
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| The stars don’t seem to care
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| I wish upon a satellite
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| The satellite was there
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| Looked up to wish up on a star
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| 'Cause I have a dream I wanna come true
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| Burned up like they usually are
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| So I’m left to wonder what I should do
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| To my surprise, what should appear?
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| Something quite star-like in its appearance
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| Into my eyes, into my ears
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| Familiar but almost no interference
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| I wish upon a satellite
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| The stars don’t seem to care
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| I wish upon a satellite
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| The satellite was there
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| Shooting up, looking up, I can see them
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| In the cosmos and in the cosmetic
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| 'cause we
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| Wish away what you know is synthetic
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| But if you want your wish to be reality
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| I wish upon a satellite
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| The stars don’t seem to mind
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| I wish upon a satellite
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| The stars are not aligned
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| Hear that voice, all became clear
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| I knew I had to steal, beg or borrow
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| For that kind of choice, to see and to hear
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| And make the same decision tomorrow
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| I’ve been wishing on a satellite
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| The stars don’t seem to care
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| My money’s on the satellite
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| The satellite was there
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| I wish upon a satellite
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| The stars don’t seem to care
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| I wish upon a satellite |