| Your satellite, cover’s blown
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| I try my best, to reach the phone
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| Protection at last, my time to show
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| A lot of this is nerves, that makes me get away and go
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| And go, oh oh
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| Ohohohh, ohhohh
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| Why don’t you go
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| Oh oh
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| Ohohohh, ohhohh
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| I crawl back home to X the spot
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| Where worry begins and love’s forgot
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| A silent frame that’s off the wall
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| It keeps me in stride to wanna get away and go
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| Go, oh oh
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| Ohohohh, ohhohh
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| Why don’t you get up and go
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| Oh oh
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| Ohohohh, ohhohh
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| Waking up with a bad throat
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| Take it day by day
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| Well, you might like to think, you’re in denial
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| Waking up with a bad throat
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| Take it day by day
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| Well, you might like to think, you’re in denial
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| In denial
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| Their trophy lives were such a blast
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| Their heads are strong, their hearts are black
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| Through shallow faith and crooked goals
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| Made 'em larger than life, watch me get away and go
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| Go, woah oh
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| Ohohohh, ohhohh
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| Why don’t you get up and go
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| Oh oh
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| Ohohohh, ohhohh
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| Waking up to a sad note
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| Delivered yesterday
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| Saying, «You might like to think you’re in love»
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| Waking up to a sad note
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| Delivered yesterday
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| Saying, «You might like to think you’re in love
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| In love»
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| Why do you make me cold inside
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| You soldier?
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| Marching my feelings with your lies
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| It’s painful
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| Why do you make me cold inside
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| You soldier?
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| Marching my feelings with your lies
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| It’s time to go |