"A cloud hangs over my head and mutes my happiness.
A thousand ships couldn't sail me back from distress.
Wish you were here I'm a wounded satellite.
I need you here, put me back together, make me right."
A thousand ships couldn't sail me back from distress.
Wish you were here I'm a wounded satellite.
I need you here, put me back together, make me right."
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