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A cloud hangs over and mutes my happiness,
A thousand ships couldnt sail me back from distress
Wish you were here Im a wounded satellite,
I need you now put me back together, make me right
I picture your face at the back of my eyes
A fire in the attic, proof of the prize
Im calling your name up into the air
Not one of the others could ever compare
A thousand ships couldnt sail me back from distress
Wish you were here Im a wounded satellite,
I need you now put me back together, make me right
I picture your face at the back of my eyes
A fire in the attic, proof of the prize
Im calling your name up into the air
Not one of the others could ever compare
Annons