She builds her own satellite
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From an old rusted chair
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She leaves this old world behind
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And the things that she cares
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Maybe she's gone
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But it won't be for long
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What do I know?
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Maybe she's found
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What we all dream about
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What do I know?
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She's beautiful and wonderful
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I can't compare
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It's not that fair
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She builds a strong alibi
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From the future that's here
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She needs to know I'm alive
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And that I'm flesh and I tear
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Maybe she's wrong
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But I won't mind my own
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What do I know?
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And their silicone
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With a touch of her soul
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What do I know?
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She's beautiful and wonderful
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I can't compare
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It's not that fair
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The Wonderful Future
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| Our Lady Peace |
