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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