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I'm coming out like a .45
Spinning like a Wurlitzer on overdrive
Feeling like electro glide
Touch down satellite, feel alright
Tonight, return of love
Return, return of the singer

Twist me up and watch me turn
Just like a falling star about to burn
Center down and outward thrust
The curtain's up, baby, it's all a bust
Tonight, return all the love you get
Return, return of the singer

It's tailor made and it's heaven sent
Just think about the time we've spent
The way we moved, the words we said
If nothing else a testament, oh, my love, oh, my baby
No one else can make me crazy like you, like you

'Cause we're all about to move on
No one here without a song
Pilfering the planet's blood
Been making up the moment from after the flood
Tonight, return of love
Return, return of the singer

I'll tell you how it's gonna be
We're gonna make some history
A microphone, the truth we need
No joke, no trend, no fad of the week
Horde of angels, sing as one
You know my heart has come undone again, again

Return, return of love
Return, return of the singer
Return of all love you get
Return, return of the singer
I'm coming out like a .45   Spinning like a Wurlitzer on overdrive   Feeling like electro glide   Touch down satellite, feel alright   Tonight, return of love   Return, return of the singer      Twist me up and watch me turn   Just like a falling star about to burn   Center down and outward thrust   The curtain's up, baby, it's all a bust   Tonight, return all the love you get   Return, return of the singer      It's tailor made and it's heaven sent   Just think about the time we've spent   The way we moved, the words we said   If nothing else a testament, oh, my love, oh, my baby   No one else can make me crazy like you, like you      'Cause we're all about to move on   No one here without a song   Pilfering the planet's blood   Been making up the moment from after the flood   Tonight, return of love   Return, return of the singer      I'll tell you how it's gonna be   We're gonna make some history   A microphone, the truth we need   No joke, no trend, no fad of the week   Horde of angels, sing as one   You know my heart has come undone again, again      Return, return of love   Return, return of the singer   Return of all love you get   Return, return of the singer