| I hear your artificial laugh track, comedy in riddle
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| Making light of a grave situation
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| Sitcom let me go, I’d rather hear the radio
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| And listen to my favorite station
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| And all around the world
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| Satellite beaming bright out into the starry night
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| But you’re sending nothing good enough to view
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| And you’re saying nothing worth listening to
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| You’re doing nothing except for what profits you
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| Doing nothing at all
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| You got your big stars, and your little stars
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| And your I wanna be a film star
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| Glamorizing your sweet intentions
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| No morality, you got your own philosophy
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| But it’s just a greedy invention
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| And all around the world
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| Satellite beaming bright out into the starry night
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| But you’re sending nothing good enough to view
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| And you’re saying nothing worth listening to
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| You’re doing nothing except for what profits you
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| Doing nothing at all
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| You got a panoramic view of the ocean from your villa
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| Living high off your latest production
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| Meanwhile little good
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| Seems to come from Hollywood
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| Where they shoot another seduction
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| And all around the world
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| Satellite beaming bright out into the starry night
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| But you’re sending nothing good enough to view
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| And you’re saying nothing worth listening to
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| You’re doing nothing except for what profits you
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| Doing nothing at all |