There's something about this time of day
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The sun goes home and the shadows fade
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And all my thoughts come out to play
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I count 'em one by one,
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And I come undone.
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Chorus:
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When the lights the turn on in the streets tonight
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And the moon hangs low, in the empty sky
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I'll be thinking of you, wondering why
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I'm a million miles away,
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Just out here spinning around
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Waiting to touch back down, like a satellite
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Like a satellite!
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Maybe if I could fall asleep
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I'll meet you somewhere in my dreams
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Promise that you'll look for me
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I'll be the one with the empty cup
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But then I'll wake up
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Chorus:
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When the lights the turn on in the streets tonight
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And the moon hangs low, in the empty sky
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I'll be thinking of you, wondering why
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I'm a million miles away,
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Just out here spinning around
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Waiting to touch back down, like a satellite
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Like a satellite!
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I feel like I'm lost out here
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Floating around in the atmosphere.
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Chorus:
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When the lights the turn on in the streets tonight
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And the moon hangs low, in the empty sky
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I'll be thinking of you, wondering why
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I'm a million miles away,
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When the lights the turn on in the streets tonight
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And the moon hangs low, in the empty sky
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I'll be thinking of you, wondering why
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I'm a million miles away,
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Just out here spinning around
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Waiting to touch back down, like a satellite
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Like a satellite!
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When the lights come on in the street tonight
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I'll be your satellite!
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Satellite
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| Randy Rogers Band |
