Tom: A
Introdução:
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winter's cold, spring erases
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and the calm away by the storm is
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chasen everything good needs replacing.
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look up, look down, all around, hey satellite
(bridge)
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rest high above the clouds no restriction
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television we bounce 'round the world and while
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I spend these hours five senses reeling
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I laugh about this weatherman's satellite eyes
(verse 1)