Satellite Pilot - Pretend Cycle
In the center theres a circle
There's a hole
There's a void
No young stars
Or pop stars
Just us ol boys
Surfs up
Dontcha feel the sun
Good luck I hope you can catch some
Losing touch
Im stagnant
Dragging just won't budge
Losing touch
It's tragic
I'm a magnets lost pull on love
Wishy washy and criss crossy
Tiger face on the floor
Lights bend and bleed
Balloon me free
I would like no more
Losing touch
Im stagnant
Dragging just won't budge
Losing touch
It's tragic
I'm a magnets lost pull on love
Cycle never get me down
Cyclone gonna spin around
Never going back again
The sky's only living friend
Disguised and make pretend
Make pretend
Written by:
Alex Moore
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