| 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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| There’s 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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| She’s trying to fix her dreams
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| With seaweed and sushi and carrot juice and wheat germ
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| There’s a wide wall
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| That she can’t see over now
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| But that’s ok
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| Because mistakes are allowed when you’re a
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| 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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| It’s the home of the stars
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| And everybody’s got a great body, but mine
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| That’s just fine
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| Cuz everybody’s so shriveled up inside
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| They’re trying to hide behind
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| Power Bars and Vollyball and Valium
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| It’s a wide wall
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| That we can’t see over now
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| But that’s ok
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| We’re still growing
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| You know that
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| Mistakes are allowed when you’re a
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| Satellite
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| No matter where you go
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| You can’t outrun a cold
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| No matter what you do
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| You can’t escape the flu
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| No matter how you try
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| You can’t stop a satellite
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| In Hollywood there’s all these heroes
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| They’re strung out on grace
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| Half-skinned gypsies
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| They’re 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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| There’s a wide wall
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| That we can’t see over now
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| But that’s all right
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| We’re still growing
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| You know that
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| Mistakes are allowed when you’re a
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| Satellite
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| You can’t hold back a Satellite
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| Satellite
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| Babies on beach blankets headed for Mars |