I cut down the cynics and critics too, I cut down to you, I sucked down the daydream, and I settled too, I wish it all to you, Sound of satellite stations
echoing through to you, I cut down the satellite in the rainbow
Frankensteins are my friends too, give up all the power I ever gave you
I ought to let it bend, maybe thats sadder times two sound of satellite stations echoing through to you, I left a good job to struggle with the status quo
blaming all problems for you.
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