Somewhere, somehow, somewhen

We'll see it happen again, my friend

A simple visitation gone wrong like back in '47

Only this time we'll be on the scene like Kent Brockman

Or Sam Donaldson live in New Mexico

But now you can't fool us

Now you can't lie or deny so much

It's obvious why none of us trust you

How does a flying disc turn into a weather balloon

How long did you think you could trick us with lies?

Can't put a cover on the skies

Can't hide that face or those big black eyes

So how you gonna put a cover up on the skies?

Realize, I'm not surprised at your deception

Correction, I welcome the challenge to intercept it

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