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I look out my window at night |
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I see the stars and I'm filled with fright |
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I have a feeling someone's looking |
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It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed |
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It's more the ale that's inside my head |
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I have a feeling something's cooking |
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Science friction burns my fingers |
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Electricity still lingers |
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Hey, put away that ray |
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How do you Martians say I love you |
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I read my comics from front to back |
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I'll be ready for any attack |
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I got a feeling someone's looking |
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It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed |
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It's more the ale that's inside my head |
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I have a feeling something's cooking |
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Science friction burns my fingers |
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Electricity still lingers |
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Hey put away that ray |
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How do you Martians say I love you |
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Science friction burns my fingers |
|
Electricity still lingers |
|
Hey, put away that ray |
|
How do you Martians say I love you |
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I read my comics from front to back |
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I'll be ready for any attack |
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I have a feeling someone's |
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It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed |
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It's more the ale that's inside my head |
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I've got a feeling something's |
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Science friction burns my fingers |
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Electricity still lingers |
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Hey put away that ray |
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How do you Martians say I love you |
