Black ops
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Black ops
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A holiday for secret cops
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Black ops
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Black ops
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Dropping presents from the helicopter
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It's been a long year
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We've been so far from home
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Too many people here
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Here come the drones
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We take the best of it
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And make a mess of it
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Ripping up some lawn
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And then we're gone
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Black sites
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Black sites
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A thousand miles from day or night
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Black sites
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Black sites
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The story will remain unwritten
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Before we make you gone
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You'd best be running on
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Stick to the music, child
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Don't get us riled
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Hey, there's a spot we missed
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I see a Communist
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And there's another one
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And his dumb son
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Black ops
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Black ops
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Little vials filled with knock-out drops
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Black ops
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Black ops
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Maybe leave you in your old gym locker
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A thousand miles from day or night
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A story told before rewriting
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There's a passport here
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But it could disappear
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Tarmac to landing pad
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Don't look so sad
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We fly to Amsterdam
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And in a little bit
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We'll sing our special song
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And this is it
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You'll be standing when the music stops
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We're not worrying about the optics
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Black Ops
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| They Might Be Giants |
