| Exploring
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| Down through the great white
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| Up through the sink
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| Amble across the kitchen floor
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| Scurry up the walls to the ceiling
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| Around, Around
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| Around, Around
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| The light fitting
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| Searching, searching
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| Searching, searching
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| For excitement
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| Walkie-talkie, walkies talking
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| Walk, talk and walk
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| Walkie-talkie, walkies talking
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| Walk, talk and walk
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| Know your fantasies
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| I know I’m your fear
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| Down through the mouse hole
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| To your room of green
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| So silent now
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| So content with peace
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| But I’ll enter your earhole
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| And chew ya to pieces
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| Walkie-talkie, walkies talking
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| Walk, talk and walk
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| Walkie-talkie, walkies talking
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| Walk, talk and walk
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| Walkie-talkie robot bent on destruction
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| Built to do bad with my bionic action
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| As my bolt slipped
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| My mind’s clicked
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| My wires overheated
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| And I’ve got a nasty dose of internal combustion
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| Well I roamed on the moors
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| And I trampled the heather
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| Listened for gulls
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| And I slipped out the leather
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| When a whip cracked
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| My transistors snapped
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| My cogs turned, unseated
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| But the deed was completed
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| Walkie-talkie, walkies talking
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| Walk, talk and walk
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| Walkie-talkie, walkies talking
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| Walk, talk and walk
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| Walkie-talkie, walkies talking
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| Walk, talk and walk
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| Walkie-talkie, walkies talking
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| Walk, talk and walk
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| Walk, talk and walk
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| Walk, talk and walk |