| Satellites, we always fly like satellites,
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| and devil comes and smiles with us,
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| and devil is called like you.
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| Oh, kill the pain,
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| oh satellite, please, kill your pain,
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| it’s not a grey day as you think,
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| I always run on you.
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| If Monday morning is coming as an endless film,
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| rise your eyes and see this satellite exists.
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| Satellite is over you, over you.
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| Oh, satellites,
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| don’t be scared, my precious child,
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| my little home will always fly
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| and always over you.
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| If Monday morning is coming as an endless film,
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| rise your eyes and see this satellite exists.
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| But kill the pain,
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| when nothing matters, kill the pain,
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| this satellite will drift some day
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| and still you’ll feel my heat.
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| Satellite is over you, over you,
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| still this satellite’s around,
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| still this satellite’s around.
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| This satellite cares for you,
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| it cares for you,
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| still this satellite’s around,
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| still this satellite’s around. |