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 chooseWe are laying the tracks for the company
Across all space and all time
Any insinkerator will remind you
What can happen to youThere'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 millHold me, control me into the arms we fall
Sugar the future sale of the century
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