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There is nothing for me here
Same old colors ganging up again
I'm a satellite
I'm an Israelite
Then I’m calling it quits
She's a spitting image he's a perfect fit
What have I walked into?

I could never go to far
Same old vapors catching up again
I'm enamored by
The city lights
Then she's giving me fits
I could bring her down a bit
What have I walked into?

Are you thrilled from the kill and the spoils around you?
Grind the room in a mill
Grind the mill around

There is nothing for you here
Same old tears welling up again
Via satellite
TV light
Then it's so hard to care
He's a fucking tourist
She's a souvenir
What have I walked into?