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She's the girl the photo frame,
The butterfly to my hurricane.
I'm the stone that she threw away,
To start a tidal wave.
I let the waves wash over me,
Pull me in and drag me out to sea.
That's when you're gonna find me and try to take me home.
Don't be late,
We'll navigate,
With seven satellites.
I heard you say,
You know the way,
With seven satellites,
So take me home.
She's the girl in the slideshow,
That pulled me up then let me go,
I'm the one freefalling without a parachute.
I give myself to gravity,
I feel the force rush over me,
That's when you're gonna find me and try to break my fall.
Don't be late,
We'll navigate,
With seven satellites.
I heard you say,
You know the way,
With seven satellites,
So take me home.
I'm just a stone that's thrown in the sea,
and you're the one that's gonna find me.
Oh no, don't go, don't leave me alone,
I need you here, I need to go home.
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