If you break these moth wing feelings
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Powdery dust on your fingers
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Well no we're not praying we're kneeling
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Hard enough just to say you believe them
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Well how the heck did you think you could beat them
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At the same time that you're trying to be them
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Hard enough just to say you don't need it
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When they threw food up while you were still eating
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Well, satellite, satellite skin
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Just to know just to say you don't visit
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When everybody's willing to listen
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Oh satellite, satellite skin
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You can say what you want you're forgiven
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Well happy fucking congratulations
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Well everyone, everyone wins
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Just like being my own solar system
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Doing good things but then totally eclipse them
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Oh what's the use, oh what the hell
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(Your loss, and we had a cause, had a cause)
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If you bring these moth wing feelings
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Butterfly knives in the ceiling
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Well everyone, everyone's willing
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Detachments gets praised and completed
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You can say what you want and not mean it
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Well no one really seems to be waiting
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If you sweep up this mess I've created
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Nothing's left to show I existed
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Except, satellite, satellite skin
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Asking for a question
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Was it easier to say than was actually done?
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Do you even believe that
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Do you even believe
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That there's a race to be won?
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If you bring these moth wing feelings
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I have seen it all become satellite skin
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Opening innocent eyes
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A knack to note that its not their opinions
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That get stacked in all those usual avoided spots
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Just to tell you how I could not have seen
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Through to the gist of those unhappy
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Happy accidents
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Satellite Skin
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| Modest Mouse |
