| Give me reincarnation
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| Or give me death
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| We’re back from the dead
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| Climbing from the coffin
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| We don’t come here often
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| Or so it is said
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| We’re back from the grave
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| Recovered from our coma
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| More body than aroma
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| It’s life that we crave
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| Watch our hearts pump as we go back into action (go!)
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| Giving satisfaction and getting some too
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| Hear our blood roar as we roll a lucky seven
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| From hell or from heaven, we’re past but we’re due (but we’re due,
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| but we’re due, but we’re due)
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| We’re back from the dead
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| Putting up resistance
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| Clinging to existence
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| And ready for bed
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| We’re out of the shroud
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| An end to the becalming
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| Reversing the embalming
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| And back with our crowd
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| Nothing’s more fun than flipping off the reaper (no!)
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| We’re back on our beeper heading straight for the top
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| It’s not so hard to avoid a mid-death crisis
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| No coffee, no spices, but rock till you drop (till you drop, till you drop,
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| till you drop)
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| When the blood red moon peeps over the naked hills
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| When the nightshade blooms beside the rocky road to daylight’s end
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| And the spirits reinhabit their cast away bodies of yore
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| Don’t say I didn’t warn you
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| We’re back and we’re glad
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| Nothing ever stops us
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| We’re our own synopsis
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| And here to be had
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| We’re back from the dead
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| And this time we’re not stopping
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| We’ve brought some corn for popping
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| And we’re banging your head
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| Better off dead, still better off living (yeah!)
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| The gift keeps on giving and it’s taking no more
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| No time like the past, no rhyme like the present
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| The first shall be last, and we’re slamming death’s door (-ming death’s door,
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| -ming death’s door, -ming death’s door) |