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If you break these moth wing feelings
Powdery dust on your fingers
Well no we're not praying we're kneeling
Hard enough just to say you believe them
Well how the heck did you think you could beat them
At the same time that you're trying to be them
Hard enough just to say you don't need it
When they threw food up while you were still eating
Well, satellite, satellite skin

Just to know just to say you don't visit
When everybody's willing to listen
Oh satellite, satellite skin
You can say what you want you're forgiven
Well happy fucking congratulations
Well everyone, everyone wins
Just like being my own solar system
Doing good things but then totally eclipse them
Oh what's the use, oh what the hell

(Your loss, and we had a cause, had a cause)

If you bring these moth wing feelings
Butterfly knives in the ceiling
Well everyone, everyone's willing
Detachments gets praised and completed
You can say what you want and not mean it
Well no one really seems to be waiting
If you sweep up this mess I've created
Nothing's left to show I existed
Except, satellite, satellite skin

Asking for a question
Was it easier to say than was actually done?
Do you even believe that
Do you even believe
That there's a race to be won?

If you bring these moth wing feelings
I have seen it all become satellite skin
Opening innocent eyes
A knack to note that its not their opinions
That get stacked in all those usual avoided spots
Just to tell you how I could not have seen
Through to the gist of those unhappy
Happy accidents

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Satellite Skin
Modest Mouse

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