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[cldbsatellites]

and it's not so bad out here in the country,
sunset over your shoulder,
sippin a little pink gin and thinking about things.

and flows by so i don't quite know why time's twice
ticked round, clock sounds down now
once more small twinkles
blink and wrinkle their way out

it's a touch quiet once the wind stills,
cos there's no hills to break the windmills
instilled intent, and invent all types of songs
to sing and thinking about things
and drinking a little pink gin...