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I was born in the City of Toronto Given on the third of July Beneath the stars and satellites And the ceiling in my room and I would cry Saying Mother do you know where I've been hiding? Father, do you know where I've been? In the autumn under the maple tree These shoes are getting too small for my feet It won't be long before I'm on my own And I'm hoping that the stars and satellites Will always bring me home Brother do you know what I've been wishing I would let the time fly by if I could Because my eyes have always tried To see much further then my mind has understood 21 years old and I'm worried That I might never take the time I need Because my hair has always been so Much older then my shoulders can believe It won't be long before I'm gone it's true And I'm hoping that the stars and satellites Will always see us through It won't be long before I'm on my own And I'm hoping that the stars and satellites Will always bring me home... will always bring me home From Letras Mania