A cloud hangs over and mutes my happiness,
A thousand ships couldn't sail me back from distress.
Wish you were here and I'm a wounded satellite.
I need you now. Put me back together, make me right.
A thousand ships couldn't sail me back from distress.
Wish you were here and I'm a wounded satellite.
I need you now. Put me back together, make me right.
Incubus - Anna Molly (2006)
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