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--------------I've Got a Theory--------------
Giles:
I've got a theory
That it's a demon
A dancing demon
No, something isn't right there
Willow:
I've got a theory
Some kid is dreaming
And we're all stuck inside
His wacky broadway nightmare
Xander:
I've got a theory
We should work this out
Anya, Giles, Tara, Willow, Xander:
It's getting eerie
What's this cheery singing all about?
Xander:
It could be witches
Some evil witches
Which is ridiculous
'Cos witches they, were persecuted
Wicca good and love the eath
And women power
And I'll be over here
Anya:
I've got a theory
It could be bunnies
Tara:
I've got a. . .
(Anya interrupts)
Anya:
Bunnies aren't just cute
Like everybody supposes
They've got them hoppy legs
And twitchy little noses
And what's with all the carrots?
What do they need such good eyesight for anyway?
Bunnies!
Bunnies!
It must be bunnies!
It could be bunnies
(Anya is calming down)
Or maybe midgets?
Willow:
I've got a theory
We should work this fast
Giles, Willow:
Because it clearly could get serious
Before it's passed
Buffy:
I've got a theory
It doesn't matter
What can't we face if we're together?
What's in this place that we can't weather
Apocolypse
We've all been there
The same old trips
Why should we care
Anya, Buffy, Giles, Tara, Willow, Xander:
What can't we do if we get in it?
We'll work it through within a minute
We have to try
We'll pay the price
It's do or die
Buffy:
Hey I've died twice
Anya, Buffy, Tara, Willow, Xander:
What can't we face if we're together?
What's in this place that we can't weather?
There's nothing we can't face
Giles:
What can't we face
If we're together
Anya:
Except for bunnies. . .
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