I’m flying, climbing, floating through time
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See it all with my naked eye
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The world’s revolving like it’s mine
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Losing perspective, head in the clouds
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But what goes up has to come down
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For now my head keeps turning round
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And I… here they come through the call
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Spinnin out of control
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(Chorus)
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Like a satellite…
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Like a satellite…
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I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling down to earth
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When I get too high
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When I get too high
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You’re calling, You’re calling, You’re calling
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Get back to earth
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An illusion trick, thought I was yours
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We only leave you wanting more
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Wondering how you coped before
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Touchdown, you’re far too close to the sun
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Your wings, they still can’t come undone
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Learn how to walk before you run
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(Chorus)
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Like a satellite…
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Like a satellite…
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I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling down to earth
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When I get too high
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When I get too high
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You’re calling, You’re calling, You’re calling
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Get back to earth
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Falling to pieces in the sky
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Give up, I’m raining out the sky
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Touchdown, you’re far too close to the sun
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Your wings, they still can’t come undone
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Learn how to walk before you run
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When I came to life
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When I came to life
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You’re calling, You’re calling, You’re calling
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Get back to earth
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To life
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To life
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I’m in flight
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Like a satellite
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To life
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To life
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I’m in flight
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Like a satellite
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(Chorus)
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Like a satellite…
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Like a satellite…
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I’m falling, I’m falling, I’m falling down to earth
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When I get too high
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When I get too high
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You’re calling, You’re calling, You’re calling
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Get back to earth
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Falling to pieces in the sky
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Give up, I’m raining
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Satellites
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| Little Boots |
