Either side of a thin blue line Is a collection of satellites Singing circles Singing words that dont mean anything But they keep me in orbit And they keep me ashore Ooh, I can see you Ooh, on a clear night High up in the window Youre an astronaut Youre in amnesia, youre a joke Fingertips against the windscreen Youre on your way Youre on your way But you cant look at both sides Of the coin at the same time And you cant make up your mind Ooh, I can hear you On a clear night, I can see you Singing circles away Yeah, Ill blow you out of the sky If you wont get yourself down here Get yourself down here. Yeah, I can hear you On a clear night, I can see you Singing circles away
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