| Professor X-ray, shipwrecked by a soundwave
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| The Blasted bandits, employ the elephant gambit
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| Relentlessly pursued for your mutant powers
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| Relax your tentacles, the pleasure’s all ours
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| Take a breathers, we’ll receive you
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| Believe me I can tell you’re being chased
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| In the moonlight, in the firefight
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| Take a breather, there is clearly no escape
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| The dreams of Jiro, the last action tragic hero
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| By hook or by crook, the absolute zero
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| Endless consumed by a spiraling snake
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| Relax your thorax, the lave lake awaits
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| The flowing robes of warlords slowly billow in the sky
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| The glowing stones of prophecy are tripling in size
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| The flowing robes of warlords slowly billow in the sky
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| The glowing stones of prophecy are tripling in size
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| So if the scenery is quietly seizuring so violently
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| Let’s sit down and talk about your day
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| Take a breather, we receive you
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| Believe me the telemetry’s alive
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| In the moonlight, on the right night
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| Listening to yourself levitate |