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 dreamin'
And we're all stuck inside his wacky Broadway nightmare

XANDER:
I've got a theory, we should work this out

ALL:
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 Earth and woman power and I'll be over here

ANYA:
I've got a theory, it could be bunnies

WILLOW:
I've got a theory

ANYA:
Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes
They've got their 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!
Or maybe midgets

WILLOW:
I've got a theory, we should work this fast

WILLOW & GILES:
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?
Apocalypse, we've all been there
The same old trips, why should we care?

ALL:
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

BUFFY, WILLOW, TARA, ANYA AND XANDER:
What can't we face if we're together?

GILES (harmonising):
What can't we face

BUFFY, WILLOW, TARA, ANYA AND XANDER:
What's in this place that we can't weather

GILES (still harmonising, bless his heart):
If we're together

ALL:
There's nothing we can't face

ANYA:
Except for bunnies

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