| Gonna get back to basics
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| Guess I’ll start it up again
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| I’m falling' from the ceiling
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| You’re falling from the sky now and then
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| Maybe you were shot down in pieces
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| Maybe I slipped in between
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| But we were gonna be the wildest people they ever hoped to see
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| Just you and me
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| So why’d you come home to this sleepless town
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| It’s a lifetime commitment
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| Recovering the satellites
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| All anybody really wants to know is…
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| When you gonna come down
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| Your mother recognizes all you’re desperate displays
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| And she watches as her babies drift violently away
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| 'Til they see themselves in telescopes
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| Do you see yourself in me?
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| We’re such crazy babies, little monkey
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| We’re so fucked up, you and me
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| So why’d you come home to this faithless town
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| Where we make a lifetime commitment
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| To recovering the satellites
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| And all anybody really wants to know is…
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| When are you gonna come down
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| She sees shooting stars and comet tails
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| She’s got heaven in her eyes
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| She says I don’t need to be an angel
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| But I’m nothing if I’m not this high
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| But we only stay in orbit
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| For a moment of time
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| And then you’re everybody’s satellite
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| I wish that you were mine
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| So why’d you come home to this angels town
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| It’s a lifetime decision
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| Recovering the satellites
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| Everybody really knows for sure…
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| That you’re gonna come down
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| That you’re gonna come down |