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Elliott Smith Miscellaneous Satellite While the hands are pointing up midnight Your a question mark coming after people you watch collide You can ask what you want to, the satellite Cos the names you drop put ice in my veins and for all you know your the only one who finds it strange when they call it a lover's moon, the satellite Cos it acts just like lovers do, the satellite A burned out world you know, staying up all night the satellite |
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