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Your satellites have us worked from day one. Snowstorm children sinking into form. Come, sleep it off.
The channels are watching when we're not watching and all the remotes are standing cold.
A breath of ashes with flowing glasses but you can't wait to go home. Open wallets without the pipe dream.
Summer's been bought and sold. So pull the plug on their mascot.
You going down in a ball of flowers. You got it.
You're not safe and we're not saved.