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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=66284" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Satellite</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She looked like she learned to dance from a series of still pictures<br>Shes madly excited now, she throws her hands up like a tulip<br>She looks like an illustration of a cocktail party<br>Where cartoon bubbles burst in the air,<br>Champagne rolls off her tongue like a second language<br>And it should have been her biggest night<br>The satellite looks down on her as she begins to cry<br>All over the world at the very same time people sharing the same sorrow<br>As the satellite looks down her darkest hour is somebodys bright tomorrow<br>He pulled on a cigarette, in the crook of his first finger<br>Felt the static electric charge of her perfect hour-glass figure<br>As he undressed her with his eyes her weakness was his talent<br>How could she know as she stepped through the lights, that her dress would become transparent<br>And with his face pressed to the screen,<br>He muttered words hed never dare to say if she could see him<br>All over the world at the very same time<br>People sharing the same cheap sensation the<br>Thrill of watching somebody watching those<br>Forbidden things we never mention<br>Chorus:<br>The satellite looks down right now and forever<br>What it has pulled apart let no man tether his own body to his dream,<br>His dream to someone else<br>Oh no, oh no.<br>She went back to a pitiful compromise, hed go back to his family<br>But for the matter of a thousand miles that separated them entirely<br>In the hot unloving spotlight, with secrets it arouses<br>Now they both know what its like inside a pornographers trousers<br>And in a funny way its anonymous, the satellite<br>It blesses us and makes these dreams come<br>True... all over the world<br>Chorus</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Elvis Costello - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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