I was satellite
As pushing through the stars
And I was nebullite
As faking it with the stars
I was freaking out
To see you there
And now Im crying out
Hoping that you might hear
High in the corners
In time to take myself from me
Safety in numbers
Ill run away if you reject me
And I couldnt feel a thing
Hours inebriated
I couldnt feel a thing
I felt so segregated
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