| I was raised under the double sun
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| Where the sandy winds take breath
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| And a brimming cup from a Beduine
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| Is a knell of certain death
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| My uncle tried to hold me back
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| Feared my father’s blood in me
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| That might, too well he understood
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| Bring pain and agony
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| But now he’s buried, left behind
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| And countless stars pass by my eyes
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| I don’t forget, I’ll take revenge
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| I will succeed and turn this page
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| Death followed me, it tracked us down
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| Black as night glares its baneful moon
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| How can we hope for victory
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| Before this harbinger of doom
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| The fire roars without remorse
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| Soon one by one, the voices die
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| I’m left alone, I’m on my own
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| A final chance, and then we’re gone
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| But through despair, a voice long passed
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| Speaks calming words, a solemn song
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| What I once knew, I leave behind
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| I close my eyes and mass my mind
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| Time freezes, seconds turn to years
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| A fleeting moment, then it’s gone
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| I will succeed, I will prevail
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| The force is with me, I won’t fail!
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| Daughters and sons of the rebellion
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| Come, heed the call of history
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| Our blood shall spill, our arms shall break
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| But certain is our victory
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| Warriors of Yavin IV, stand your ground, you’ve come so far
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| Come, heed the call of history (the call of history)
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| Our blood shall spill, our shields shall crack
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| We hold our ground, no turning back
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| The restless moon will light our path
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| Shine one last time, succumb to wrath
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| Our blood shall spill, our shields shall crack
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| We hold our ground, no turning back
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| Victorious rose, defeated fell
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| The first ray newborn dawn will tell |