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Fireworks smoke in the valley It's a working man's day I'm working On turning me around Lifting me out here To be the one that causes affectations We're searching for Tanit's tomb Tell her to come and visit me Metaphysical cantations Tell her to come and visit me Metaphysical cantations Fireworks smoke in the valley It's a working man's day Call it what you will Call it master Or the echo turning Both sides of the coin Tell her to come and visit me Metaphysical cantations Tell her to come and visit me Metaphysical cantations That's it, that's us Hard to pick the winter from the orchard Gatekeeper Dancing through the arch to mark the other Wide eyed, what else? The snapping of the neck of some small creature Wide eyed, what else? A dew drop found to be an oracle That's it, that's us The master or the echo calling That's it, that's us Hard to pick the winter from the orchard Wide eyed, what else? The snapping of the neck of some small rabbit Wide eyed, what else? The master of the echo calling We're searching for Tanit's tomb Tell her to come and visit me Metaphysical cantations Tell her to come and visit me Metaphysical cantations Tell her to come and visit me Metaphysical cantations Tell her to come and visit me Metaphysical cantations Lifting me up I see large houses, large houses, large houses In privateers Lifting me up I see large houses, large houses, large houses In privateers We're searching for Tanit's tomb