| I’ve got a theory
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| That it’s a demon
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| A dancing demon!
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| No, something isn’t right there.
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| I’ve got a theory
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| Some kid is dreaming
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| And we’re all stuck inside his wacky Broadway nightmare
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| I’ve got a theory
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| We should work this out
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| ANYA, TARA, WILLOW, AND XANDER:
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| It’s getting eerie
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| What’s this cheery singing all about?
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| It could be witches!
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| Some evil witches!
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| Which is ridiculous
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| 'cause witches they were persecuted
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| and Wicca good and love the earth and woman power
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| and I’ll be over here.
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| I’ve got a theory!
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| It could be bunnies!
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| (Silence. Crickets chirping.)
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| I’ve got a—
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| ANYA (belting):
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| Bunnies aren’t just cute like everybody supposes!
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| They’ve got them hoppy legs and twitchy little noses!
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| And what’s with all the carrots?
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| What do they need such good eyesight for anyway?
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| Bunnies!
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| Bunnies!
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| It must be bunnies!
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| (Pyrotechnics.)
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| …Or maybe midgets.
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| I’ve got a theory we should work this fast—
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| WILLOW AND GILES:
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| Because it clearly could get serious before it’s passed.
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| I’ve got a theory
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| It doesn’t matter…
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| What can’t we face if we’re together?
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| What’s in this place that we can’t weather?
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| Apocalypse?
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| We’ve all been there
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| The same old trips
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| Why should we care?
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| BUFFY, ANYA, GILES, TARA, WILLOW, AND XANDER:
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| What can’t we do if we get in it?
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| We’ll work it through within a minute
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| We have to try
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| We’ll pay the price
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| It’s do or die
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| Hey, I’ve died twice.
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| (Giles lyrics are echoing the others' lyrics.)
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| BUFFY, ANYA, TARA, WILLOW, AND XANDER:
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| What can’t we face if we’re together?
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| What can’t we face?
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| BUFFY, ANYA, TARA, WILLOW, AND XANDER:
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| What’s in this place we can’t weather?
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| If we’re together…
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| BUFFY, ANYA, TARA, WILLOW, AND XANDER:
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| There’s nothing we can’t face
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| …Except for bunnies. |