Tác giả : Elliott Smith
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While the hands are pointing up midnight 
You're a question mark coming after people you watched collide 
You can ask what you want to the satellite 
Cos the names you drop put ice in my veins 
And for all you know you're the only one who finds it strange 
When they call it a lover's moon 
The satellite 
Cos it acts just like lovers do 
The satellite 
A burned out world you know 
Staying up all night 
The satellite