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Satellites

from Nothing's Not Moving by The Okay Win

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We are the satellite smiles
The fortunate thieves
The unborn child
We want a portrait of hell
A thousand feet wide
To mirror ourselves

We drive a sweltering high
Farther into a bottomless night
Be not a cog in that clock
Marred by the tide
And swallowing fog

Play on/Fade out
Play out/Fade on

Feed off the halogen glow
Admired by stars
And jealous of snow
Reach out with both your hands
Towards that light

Play on/Fade out
Play out/Fade on

Play on/Fade out
Play out/Fade on

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from Nothing's Not Moving, released April 15, 2014
Lyrics/Vocals by Adam McElreath

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The Okay Win have never been good at describing themselves. There's a mixture of intimacy, energy, and space in their songs, but to them they are just a group of friends that enjoy making music together.

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