Satellites On Parade miles

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Oh dear father, could I have been any more wrong?
I was wrong
Oh dear father, You were miles in the sea as the women and children are safe because of the secrets you keep
I'll never trust the breath of those who wander aimlessly on and on
My father was a fighter, created the orchid of blood and desire
Oh, what a gift it is to see residual thoughts like blueprints
I know where you've been
Your end and shameful sin
Oh, what a curse I hold, cut the tongues from every story told
I know where you've been
Your end and shameful sin
My purpose, I'll trade for gold.
Famous last words, I'll reap what you sow
And to those who see me now, watching and waiting.
I hope you escape from this crowd.
Oh, what a gift it is to see residual thoughts like blueprints
I know where you've been
Your end and shameful sin
Oh, what a curse I hold, cut the tongues from every story told
I know where you've been
Your end and shameful sin
I was lost in the reflection of your past life
I was lost but I will find my own way without you.

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