| Babies on beach blankets headed for mars
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| Cute guys in crew cuts with the day goes to bars
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| Theres a pretty lady in a bikini
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| Her eyes are clear
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| But her teeth look like smashed out window panes
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| Shes trying to fix her dreams
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| With seaweed and sushi and carrot juice and wheat germ
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| Theres a wide wall
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| That she cant see over now
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| But thats ok Because mistakes are allowed when youre a Satellite
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| A jog in the morning with some vitamins
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| Then go to a singles bar
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| California is sure lovely
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| Its the home of the stars
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| And everybodys got a great body, but mine
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| Thats just fine
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| Cuz everybodys so shriveled up inside
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| Theyre trying to hide behind
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| Power bars and vollyball and valium
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| Its a wide wall
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| That we cant see over now
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| But thats ok Were still growing
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| You know that
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| Mistakes are allowed when youre a Satellite
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| No matter where you go You cant outrun a cold
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| No matter what you do You cant escape the flu
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| No matter how you try
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| You cant stop a satellite
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| In hollywood theres all these heroes
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| Theyre strung out on grace
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| Half-skinned gypsies
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| Theyre crying to leave this place
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| There are souls stuck in a bone machine
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| They are dying in crowded rooms
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| They are dying of blood on bone
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| They are crushed by? |
| ??
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| Cigarettes and? |
| ? |
| and high hopes
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| Theres a wide wall
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| That we cant see over now
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| But thats all right
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| Were still growing
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| You know that
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| Mistakes are allowed when youre a Satellite
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| You cant hold back a satellite
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| Satellite
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| Babies on beach blankets headed for mars |