What’chu talkin’ bout, Willis?
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recovering the satellites
she sees shooting stars and comet tails
she's got heaven in her eyes
she says
I don't need to be an angel
but I'm nothing if I'm not this high
but we only stay in orbit for a moment of time
and then you're everybody's satellite
I just wish that you were mine.