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Well I want to return to my sender |
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Well I want to return |
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There is so much that I can't remember |
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But there's so much to choose |
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We are laying the tracks for the company |
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Across all space and all time |
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Any insinkerator will remind you |
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What can happen to you |
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There's a billboard as high as a mountain |
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Neon lights up the hill |
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Cast no shadow and leave no traces |
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We are grist for the mill |
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Hold me control me into the arms we fall |
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Sugar the future sale of the century |
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Trying to turn the world around |
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Trying to turn the world around |
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I've come to turn your world around. |
