| Upon my return, from the age of ice
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| I supposed I would survive
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| I remember you with a feeling or two
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| Free of hands without device
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| Slowly we all lay down
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| Slowly we all lay down
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| What of all the stone I invented?
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| To coat my hands and face
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| I was made of machine and gasoline
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| Filled up full on just a taste
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| No, no, I wasn’t born to break such bounds
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| Never would I prepare to leap
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| No, no, I wouldn’t dare ever love you more
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| More than you would dare believe
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| Slowly we all lay down
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| Slowly we all lay down
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| Slowly we all lay down
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| Slowly we all lay down
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| Lay down, lay down, lay down!
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| Waha-oh
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| Ah-ha, ah-ha
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| Takes a fine imagination
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| And a sound technology
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| To let loose the cold amnesia
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| Of all the blood that beats
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| Slowly we all lay down
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| Slowly we all lay down (Slowly we all lay down)
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| Slowly we all lay down (Slowly we all lay down)
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| Slowly we all lay down (Slowly we all lay down)
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| Lay down, lay down, lay down!
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| Upon my return, from the age of ice
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| I supposed I would survive |