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Satellites
Open the satellitesOpen the satellites, ohShe search godlessIn this big spaceI can’t read itShe is freezingOpen the satellitesOpen the satellites, ohOh as yes as the sky does turn to nightAnd we push our bright eyes up to the sightI can see them2, 3, 4, 5 thousand of themThousand of themI remember when the world was dividedBy a wall of concrete and a curtain of ironStill they put a man up into spaceAnd we go there each night alone in the wasteYou’ve to open the satellitesOpen the satellitesOpen the satellitesOpen the satellitesOpen the satellitesI’ve got a brand new spellAin't comin out that well
From Letras Mania