| You’re gonna get kidnapped tonight
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| You’re not gonna make it home
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| til the early light
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| You go to bed so late at night
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| But in the depths of your mind
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| It’s sleep you cannot find
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| It eludes you everytime
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| The shock, the horror
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| Get under the duvet cover
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| But you’re under arrest
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| The old hag’s on your chest
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| Thro' the gap in the curtains
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| Shines a bright white light
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| You try to scream out loud
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| But it’s just a voice in your mind
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| Clamped, you feel
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| Pulled up on the air by your head
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| It’s the widest pair of eyes
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| At the bottom of your bed
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| Waking up in the morning
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| You felt fickle and funny
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| Like some weird implement
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| Had been inside your tummy
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| Went into the bathroom
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| For further exploration
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| You had been branded
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| Given an alien interrogation
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| Tried to recall your thought
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| To panic would be foolish
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| Why did they do it?
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| Was it to get some knowledge?
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| Your mind on rewind, but ya
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| Don’t wanna remember the time
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| Strapped to a chair
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| Intrusion in ya rear
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| what?' |
| i choke
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| In surprise
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| man, i tell you that definitely
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| Aint the starship enterprise'
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| be wise, the signs
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| don’t get caught alone'
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| if you do here’s some money'
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| you can phone home'
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| If you don’t really believe
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| Just look at adam & eve
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| The very first experiment
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| By the alien breed
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| Now there here to get ya
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| Inseminate ya
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| With there tools of the trade
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| Your body they will rape
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| The presence of there stares
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| Surround me all around
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| They’d love to have me in their circus
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| With their freaks and clowns
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| Mess me up with implements
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| Keep track of my movements
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| Genetic experiment
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| You get kidnapped tonight |