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Lyrics
Return to life.
Return to life.
Return to life.
Return to life.
What do you know?
I sat in a tank with her,
While the goddess told me all about,
The falling snow,
And angels that cannot miss,
The red bull's eye,
Designed not to serve.
A cigarette is better than ABC.
Card game on the television's eye.
The picture now, is making a hellish beam,
That lights up the city for a night.
So pack up your bags,
We're leaving the tank now,
For lonely drags,
And somebody saw you,
Taking off through the land.
The girl I love,
Is reading a book right now.
This time machine's wake up morning sound.
The magazine's,
With pictures of someone seems,
To be with me and inside of you.
Too much to brew,
Like scenes from a movie girl,
Acting for her sick demented crew.
Too much to see for chasing reality.
Like this, like that.
Turn around.
You're sad.
The height of all these traditions.
The queen of all superstitions.
Trust in everyone's return to life.
Everyone's returning to life.
So pack up your bags,
We're leaving the tank now,
For lonely drags,
And somebody saw you,
Taking off through the land.
What do you know?
I sat in a tank with her,
While the goddess told me all about,
The falling snow,
And angels that cannot miss,
The red bull's eye,
Designed not to serve.
A cigarette is better than ABC.
Card game on the television's eye.
The picture, now, is making a hellish beam,
That lights up the city for a night.
So pack up your bags,
We're leaving the tank now,
For lonely drags,
And somebody saw you,
Taking off through the land.
Return to life.
Return to life.
Return to life.
Return to life.
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