She builds her own satellite
From an old rusted chair
She leaves this old world behind
And the things that she cares
Maybe she's gone
But it won't be for long
What do I know?
Maybe she's found
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What we all dream about
What do I know? Oh
She's beautiful
And wild
Well I can't compare
And wild
But it's just not there, fair
She builds a strong alibi
From the future that's here
She needs to know I'm alive
But I'm flesh and I tear
Maybe she's wrong
But I wouldn’t mind my own
What do I know?
I’m best to let go
With a touch of her soul
What do I know? Oh
She's beautiful
And wild
And I can't compare
And wild
And it’s just not fair
And wild
And I can’t compare
And wild
Oh it’s just not fair
And wild, oh no,
And wild, oh it's wild
And it’s just not the end
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