| There’s a spy in the sky taking photographs of everyone
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| There’s somebody upstairs looking over, I said it’s fucked up
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| I wonder how much they can see?
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| Do they know anything about me?
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| There’s a lot going in in the dark of the new century
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| Oh, how can this be?
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| Spying through and show we’re free
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| Who are they? |
| Who are we?
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| Everyone’s an enemy
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| Satellite, satellite, show me the world that you see tonight
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| Well, going to hell, now is everything right?
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| We’re a long way from freedom.
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| The confusion in life, the discrepancy haunting us all
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| A few have too much and too many have nothing at all
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| If we all lived American Dreams,
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| There would be nothing left to redeem.
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| Some were born to be buried alive so that some can be free.
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| A star spy in the sky
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| Scenes of falling, people dying
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| How I often wonder why
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| So many suffer in this life
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| Satellite, satellite, show me the world that you see tonight
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| We’re going to hell, now is everything right?
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| We’re a long way from freedom.
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| Freedom
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| Future is unfolding fast,
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| So much change nothing can last.
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| Sleeping giant, shadows cast.
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| We all feel the weight upon us
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| Underneath the dead
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| And oh, the pain
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| Satellite, satellite, show me the world that you see tonight
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| We’re going to hell, now is everything right?
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| We’re a long way from freedom.
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| Satellite, satellite, show me the world that you see tonight
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| We’re going to hell, now is everything right?
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| We’re a long way from freedom.
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| Freedom |