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