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How does it feel
Little bumblebee
To be a part of my history?
Ride along the memory
Stuck inside my body
There’s nothing on TV
Beauty of the satellite
For everyone who needs it, like me
I’ll shine a white light
If you leave my dreams
I promise I’ll be your drama queen
You’re outside knocking at car windows
Begging for someone to take you home
Looking like a car crash weirdo
In a place I’ve never really known
You’re the reason I can’t sleep alone

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