| Wake up, this is not a dream…
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| Mr. President wake up, this is not a dream…
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| Mr. President wake up…
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| Dr. Woofenstein dreams of incredible things in the window
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| Hatching shadowy schemes, overthrowing us beings, as he can do
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| Down in his hole he waits
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| And plans with patience
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| Nobody knows what he sees
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| Or devises in silence
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| It’s not a ploy he enjoys
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| To retreat to the shadows
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| His satellites have gone blind
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| But his demons breathe
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| Dr. Woofenstein dreams of incredible things in the window
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| Hatching shadowy schemes, overthrowing us beings, as he can do
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| His promises are empty
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| But full is his mind
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| And as the end burneth nigh
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| Back home he made plenty
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| Warmed by the fires of his hate
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| And the ice in his veins
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| And when the earth stops to breathe
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| Will he rest in peace?
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| Dr. Woofenstein dreams of incredible things in the window
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| Hatching shadowy schemes, overthrowing us beings, as he can do
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| And will nobody take him for real?
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| Pull the curtains away to reveal?
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| La, la, la…
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| Dr. Woofenstein dreams of incredible things in the window
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| Hatching shadowy schemes, overthrowing us beings, as he can do
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| Hatching shadowy schemes, overthrowing us beings, as he can do
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| Dr. Woofenstein dreams of incredible things in the window
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| Dr. Woofenstein dreams of incredible things in the window |