High definition TV's
Show me what is real life
Daddy won't you tell me
All about the good times

All about the cold war
Four season sunshine
Daddy won't you tell me
All about the good times

Chlorophyll traffic lights
Strangers you kiss or fight
Like Franz said in his bed: "Sisyphus, he is dead"
He was single, but you could've lightened his load

So the traffic lights
Riddled with your mind
We were thought to be mad, by the ones who can't dance
Yeah the music the sound, it was heard by no one

Big corporation wet dream
Military sunshine
They try to find a reason
Not to let the light in

But darling you're my sunbeam
And this is how it has to be
Darling won't you tell me
How making love is easy

Chlorophyll traffic lights
Strangers you kiss or fight
Like Franz said in his bed: "Sisyphus, he is dead"
He was single, but you could've lightened his load

So the traffic lights
Riddled with your mind
We were thought to be mad, by the ones who can't dance
Yeah the music the sound, it was heard by no one

What about the good times that we had
What about the good times that we had
What about the good times that we had
What about the good times that we had


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