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A strange guy, little Billie, little brother imaging living on a tree top I feel free the independence of his mother rather being evil instead of dead Billie is ss I lost hope, wasted time, spread love be born again but I swear, yeah I do, I could need some lightnings, too hold them up to shine for you but right in there, in between where I glow Billie needs, oh he needs, Billie needs some satellites but Billie is searching for something Billie is searching just for me |