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Satellite
You turn the tide to ebb and flow
A pockmarked face of craters wide
Yet some of us still want to know
What's concealed on your other side
Groovy gray satellite in the sky
Who placed you there and why?
It is said at night you're cold as hell
And burning sunlight makes you glow
We hit you hard you rang like a bell
So we calculated you must be hollow
Groovy gray satellite in the sky
Who placed you there and why?
The lunatics they worshiped you
They fell into obscurity long ago
But maybe it was they who knew
And more respect to them we owe
Groovy gray satellite in the sky
Who placed you there and why?
A pockmarked face of craters wide
Yet some of us still want to know
What's concealed on your other side
Groovy gray satellite in the sky
Who placed you there and why?
It is said at night you're cold as hell
And burning sunlight makes you glow
We hit you hard you rang like a bell
So we calculated you must be hollow
Groovy gray satellite in the sky
Who placed you there and why?
The lunatics they worshiped you
They fell into obscurity long ago
But maybe it was they who knew
And more respect to them we owe
Groovy gray satellite in the sky
Who placed you there and why?
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