Rain, rain on a Tuesday.
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The clouds are crying 'cause they can't wash me away.
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Now you've got me in your pocket,
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We fly away above the storm in your space rocket.
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You're my sun and I'm your satellite.
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Have me in your gravity and holding me so tight.
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You're my sun and I'm your satellite.
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And now I know how it feels
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To get it right.
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Naked in the afternoon.
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Bellies soaked in sweat and evening comes too soon.
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I wrap my world around your body,
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And it feels so good not to have to say I'm sorry.
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You're my sun and I'm your satellite.
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Have me in your gravity and holding me so tight.
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Well you're my sun and I'm your satellite.
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Now I know how it feels.
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And I'll keep coming right back to you now,
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I'll keep coming right back to you now, yes I will.
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And I'll keep coming right back to you now,
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But will you keep standing still?
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You're my sun and I'm your satellite.
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Have me in your gravity and holding me so tight.
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You're my sun and I'm your satellite.
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Now I know how it feels
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To get it right.
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Satellite
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| Zox |
