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Depeche Mode
Satellite
1982
A Broken Frame
28
Now, hear this, my friends
I'll never be the same again
Going to lock myself in a cold, black room
Going to shadow myself in a veil of gloom
I will function, operate
I will be a satellite of hate
A satellite of hate
Driven to this point by a chain of events
Each one pushed me nearer the edge
Going to send my message through to you
Then you'll receive the signal, too
I will function, operate
I will be a satellite of hate
A satellite of hate
Higher
Higher
Disillusioned, I was disenchanted
Forgot the love that had been implanted
Heard the lies, and I felt the cold
It broke my heart, and I lost control
Now, I'm a satellite of a free state
I'm a satellite of hate
A satellite of hate
I'll never be the same again
Going to lock myself in a cold, black room
Going to shadow myself in a veil of gloom
I will function, operate
I will be a satellite of hate
A satellite of hate
Driven to this point by a chain of events
Each one pushed me nearer the edge
Going to send my message through to you
Then you'll receive the signal, too
I will function, operate
I will be a satellite of hate
A satellite of hate
Higher
Higher
Disillusioned, I was disenchanted
Forgot the love that had been implanted
Heard the lies, and I felt the cold
It broke my heart, and I lost control
Now, I'm a satellite of a free state
I'm a satellite of hate
A satellite of hate