москва
Depeche Mode
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Satellite
Satellite
Depeche Mode
Satellite
1982
A Broken Frame
29
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
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