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Well there were covert conditions surrounding our mission when we were called to goAnd the powers that be summoned you and me to help prove what they think they knowEstamos borracheros y cancioneros, verified and tried and trueSo Special Ops issued us flip flops, a guitar and a week or twoWe found a place that's not a whereA time that's not a whenWhere there is not a why in sight at allAnd the speed of light is the pace of the sun's rise and fallAnd in this place that's not a where,This time that's not a when,Where there is not a why in sight at allWe'd like to extend our stay...cancel our wake up callThe insertion point was a lively little joint where operations would beginSo we filled our cups so as to loosen up and to blend right inWe told HQ, "We'll contact you, should we need you anymore""We'll send official word, yeah fly you the bird!""That's the homing pigeon!!!!""Or by semaphore...right!"The good guys and the bad guys, they never work past noon 'round hereWe made our mark upon the map but the ink just disappearedWell our final report, in code, five-letters-short was written out by handit was truthful, subversive, on purpose, in cursive, scribbled seaside in the sandLetras de cancionesWell we made quite clear we volunteer to stay right where we areBelay the extraction, we're missing in action, and F*U*B*A*R!We found a place that's not a whereA time that's not a whenAnd there is not a why in sight at allThe speed of the light is the pace of the sun's rise and fallAnd in this place that's not a where,this time that's not a when,where there is not a why in sight at allWe'd like to extend our stayGot dreamin' to do todayJust doin' our job anyway... now cancel our wake up call From Letras Mania