Let those satellites talk
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and they will repeat what i say to you so that it doesn't feel like we're so far away
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from hearing each other scream out over every wire and cord
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'cause they make me want you all the more
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Right now this machine's cold, my baby is not home
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And i know her phone will just ring on that table
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And so i must wait just to hear you say,
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"hello, my love, i have been dreaming of you all today"
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Now i hear you and you're breathing in and out
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over wires and cords, cause they make me want you all the more
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Right now, this machine's cold, my baby is not home
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And i know her phone will just ring on that table
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I say hello, my baby are you at home?
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I know you're a rolling stone
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But when in the forest beware of tigers please
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i hate your code-a-phone, while you are exploring your new jungle home
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remember rule 1 beware at all times
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let those satellites talk
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And they will repeat what i say to you
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so that it doesn't feel like we're so far away
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from hearing each other scream out
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over every wire and cord 'cause they make me want you all the more
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And now this machine's cold, my baby is not home
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And i know her phone will just ring on that table
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Satellite Talk
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My Epiphany |