yeah, I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars
on a collision course
I am a satellite I'm out of control.
It's strange but it's true
I can't get over the way you like me like you do
but I have to be sure when I walk out that door
oh how I want to be free (there, there)
oh how I want to be free
oh how I want to break free.
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