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• Artiste: Bill Ryder-Jones
• Titre: Satellites
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INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
Our satellites are crossed I'm stranded in the dark Of all the things I've loved but had to tear apart My satellites turned to dust I'm staring into space Something I could trust To put me in my place I wasted all my time I wasted yours as well You saved me with the thought That something somewhere Must be happening I turned to you and sigh You smile and we start laughing I turn into a child Our satellites are crossed I'm stranded in the dark Of everything I've loved and went and tore apart I got lost in myself and time got lost as well But safety is the thought that something somewhere must be happening