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Satellite, oh, satellite |
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Who sits upon our skies |
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How deep do you see when you spy into our lives? |
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I know that god lives in everybody's souls |
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And the only devil in your world |
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Lives in the human heart |
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So now ask yourself |
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What is human? and what is truth? |
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Ask yourself |
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Whose voice is it? that whispers unto you? |
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From the cellars of your homes |
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From the tops of your city roofs |
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Ask yourself |
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Whose voice is it? that whispers unto you? |
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Who is it? |
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That turns your blood into spirit and your spirit into blood |
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Who is it? |
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That can reach down from above and set yours souls ablaze with love |
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Or fill you with the insanity of violence and it's brother: lust |
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Who is it? |
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Whose words have been twisted beyond recognition |
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In order to build your planet earth's religions |
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Who is it? |
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Who could make your little armies of the left |
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And your little armies of the right |
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Light up your skies tonight |
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Now some of you may live and some of you may die |
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But remember |
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That nothing in the world can kill you inside |
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For he is thinking of you |
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In your great cities of great solitude |
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Oh children you've still got a lot to fuckin' learn |
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The only path to heaven is via hell |
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Good morning beautiful, good morning beautiful |
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Good morning beautiful, good bye world |
