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Aimee Mann Bachelor No. 2 Satellite Let's assume you were right And play the game of charm and strange And satellite And when we've all had our fun Deflate the stars And put away the sun And so we can call it a day Cause i'll never prove that my motives were pure So let's remove any question of cure Cause even though you've made it pretty obscure Baby, it's clear, from here-- You're losing your atmosphere From here, you're losing it So let's assume it was true Cause baby can't lift up a hand to swear to you And what's the use of defense? The hangers-on are too far gone for evidence And that one was lost from the first Cause i'll never prove that my motives were pure So let's remove any question of cure Cause even though you've made it pretty obscure Baby, it's clear, from here-- You're losing your atmosphere From here, you're losing it So have it your way Whatever makes the best resume Whatever you can throw in Wash, rinse and spin til it's Spun away--okay But i won't be sticking around Cause i'll never prove that my motives were pure So let's remove any question of cure Cause even though you've made it pretty obscure Baby, it's clear, from here-- You're losing your atmosphere From here, you're losing it |
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