David Fridlund - Satellite

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Keep kicking t

            
he ball boy, n

      
obody knows
             
If your far fr

             
om feelings or

             
 if your too c

 
lose
             
Spring walks w

             
ith seven mile

            
 boots as we s

peak
             
so rub your al

            
lergic eyes an

           
d look at me

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I see the trac

              
e you leave, t

             
he blood on th

  
e ground
            
you never call

              
 out you just 

          
hope that some

body
             
sees what your

             
 doing as your

            
 choking yours

elf
            
soon its all o

             
ver your life 

               
on the shelf

       
So you say you

 live in hell

           
We´ll your lik

          
e a satellite
          
your like a sa

     
tellite
           
you are like a

      
 satellite
            
you sparkle in

   
 a void

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And here they 

             
come running w

             
ith scissors a

   
nd tape
            
mend it togeth

             
er or end up l

     
ike they did
            
head in a buck

             
et you blind-f

      
olded fool
            
everyones look

             
ing forward to

            
 meet you

           
though you don

t believe its 

true

           
Cuz your like 

        
a satellite
          
your like a sa

     
tellite
           
you are like a

      
 satellite
            
you sparkle in

   
 a void

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Well one is bo

rn with a silv

er spoon
    
and one is bor

n with a dolla

r grin
             
how could they

              
 possible know

           
 what it means
             
One is born a 

         
liar and one i

s born a thief
             
one is born se

              
lf-confident o


ne is born a s

hakin leaf
             
one is born a 

          
devil and one 

is born and an

gel
             
and one walks 

              
around uptight

     
 and one is ca

lm and at ease
           
and one was bo

        
rn into me

             
So one,two,thr

             
ee,four,five,s

             
ix,seven,eight

      
,nine,ten
             
here you come 

            
sliding back i

        
nto my head ag

ain
            
just like an o

              
rphan you dont

          
 really belong
             
well take a de

             
ep breath now 

             
and try to sta

         
y calm

      
And something 

great will com

e

           
And we´re all 

            
like satellite

s
           
we´re all like

        
 satellites
           
we are all lik

       
e satellites
            
we sparkle in 

  
a void

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