| Long, long ago in the not too distant future
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| A young Spaniard working needlessly in a field
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| Became the first victim of the new space invaders
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| He saw the light, the light that was in the sky that very night
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| The fear that built up inside him
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| Was that of a frightened child
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| There was no hope
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| He had but one idea
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| That the fiery cloud was not of this world
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| Or, or, planet…
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| And yet in his mind he did not believe this cloud happen
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| A world full of creepy crawlings and space like things
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| What’s happening
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| Are they brainwashing us
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| Will we listen to their infernal lies
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| Shall we remember the night of the nights
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| When no-one, I say no-one
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| Will remember the beginning of life
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| Death to the unbelievers
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| Why don’t you listen to me
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| When I’m talking to you
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| The world is about to end
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| And we’re all going to die
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| Don’t cry
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| The end
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| The end is near chance it
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| We must find shelter, now
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| The end of the world
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| The end of the world
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| The end of the world |