| At dawn, the day was ghastly
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| Like a western, but in the east
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| We spent the night training for showdowns
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| And microwaving marshmallow treats
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| And now our adrenaline’s rushing
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| And you are my arch-nemesis
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| You’re still mad that i copied your hairdo
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| I’m still hoping you won’t notice
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| And you pawned off your decoder ring
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| And you wrote it out in invisible ink
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| But your brains are no match for my tractorbeam
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| But your brains are no match for my tractorbeam
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| The surround is encapsulating
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| Theremins they sound twice as big
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| The closed-circuits gonna put on ten pounds
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| But we’ll learn to get rid of them
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| Everybody keep on dancing
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| But the code word’s inside your head
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| It’s delightful just for today
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| And tomorrow we’ll go pre-med
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| And you pawned off your decoder ring
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| And you wrote it out in invisible ink
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| But your brains are no match for my tractorbeam
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| But your brains are no match for my tractorbeam |