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She smells of the sun
And she's constantly saying
That it's all right, Because lies sound so nice.
And like soil to seed goes
To cast all my fears aside...

She says, \"the satellite is coming\".
I pray, the wrecking ball is waining
She says, \"the satellite is coming.
It comes to take us home\".

Still smells of the sun
And the light that brings healing
Is burning my eyes
And the dark seems so nice
And Im choking on blessings that I can receive I hide.

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