Satellite

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Satellite

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This phone bill is a lesson I should learn But paying for the damage is modus operandi It's the grandest scheme for keeping people localized I'd hold your hand if you weren't in Boston tonight I would help entwine each separate finger Into sensitive parts of the back of my skull The only thing you can't have is my forehead That's where the doctor likes to go I'm the coldest satellite in the farthest corners of a Solar system made of ordinary pеople, I'm the Coldest satеllite in the farthest corners of a Solar system made of ordinary people just like you What you are like doesn't really matter It's how influences get applied to your life I guess you don't like me much now that you know all my secrets I can't blame you for never asking why Because it can't be cut and dried like it's from the butcher But someone always gets drained just the same I thought if I'd hide it all you'd like me better The way you'd treat a girl you'll never see again I'm the coldest satellite in the farthest corners of a Solar system made of ordinary people, I'm the Coldest satellite in the farthest corners of a Solar system made of ordinary people just like you Who would want a house pet for a housewife? Training should be left back in home ec And if you need me, I'll be in the closet waiting To serve you all and know your closest friends I wouldn't raise a stink, I'd bring you paper and ink So you can write about how flawed I really am And I'd bring you a drink when you couldn't get to sleep And watch you from a pillow on the floor I'm the coldest satellite in the farthest corners of a Solar system made of ordinary people, I'm the Coldest satellite in the farthest corners of a Solar system made of ordinary people, I'm the Coldest satellite in the farthest corners of a Solar system made of ordinary people, I'm the (Don't like me much now that you know all my secrets I can't blame you for never asking why) Coldest satellite in the farthest corners of a Solar system made of ordinary people, just like you (Don't like me much now that you know all my secrets I can't blame you for never asking why)

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Credits

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  • Marc Sirdoreus