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Shining like a
work
of
art:
Hanging on a
wall
of
stars;

Are you what I think
you
are?

You're my satellite;
you're riding with me tonight--
passenger side,
lighting the sky:
always the first star that I find;
You're my satellite.

Elevator to
the
moon,
Whistling our
favorite
tune;
Trying to get a
closer
vew.

You're my satellite;
you're riding with me tonight--
passenger side,
lighting the sky:
always the first star that I find;
You're my satellite.

Maybe you will
always
be
just a little out
of
reach.

You're my satellite;
you're riding with me tonight--
passenger side,
lighting the sky:
always the first star that I find;
You're my satellite.