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I'm an alligator, and your mom and pop are looking for you |
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I'll be a space invader, and a rock 'n' roll bitch for you |
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So keep your mouth shut, you're squawking like a pink monkey bird |
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Now I'm busting up my brains for the words |
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Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe |
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Put your ray gun to my head |
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Press your space face close to mine, love |
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Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah |
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Don't fake it, baby, lay the real thing on me |
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The church of man, love, it's such a holy place to be |
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Don't fake it, baby, make me know you really care |
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Make me jump into the air |
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And keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe |
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Put a shotgun to my head |
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And press your space face close to mine, love |
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Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah |
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Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe |
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Put your ray gun to my head |
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Press your space face close to mine, love |
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Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah |
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Keep your 'lectric eye on me, baby |
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Put your ray gun to my head |
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Put your space face close to mine, love |
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Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah |
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Freak out |
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Freak out |
