| Over cracks in the sidewalks
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| Uptown, one year
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| I’m distantly distressed
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| I’m finally coming close to ghost
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| I’m dancing on your gravest words
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| I’m toasting all the coldest stares
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| All the loneliest of eyes
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| I am a satellite
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| Never getting signals right
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| You are a constellation
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| I can barely make you out tonight
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| The city lights are burning too bright
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| I cut and paste these
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| Sections of maps into my days
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| Sunspots, almost feverish
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| Can you feel me shivering?
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| I’m finally breaking out of orbit
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| I’m clinging to your finest words
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| I’m draining all the angry glares
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| All that’s building up inside
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| I am a satellite
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| Never getting signals right
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| You are a constellation
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| I can barely make you out tonight
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| The city lights are burning too bright
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| And the dreamers walk slowly through the crowd
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| Nothing can stop us now
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| I am a satellite
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| Never getting signals right
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| You are a constellation
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| I can barely make you out tonight
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| The city lights are burning too bright |