| Empire, Rebellion
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| Rebellion, Empire
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| Empire, Rebellion
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| Entire batallions of Corellians
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| With a red fire in their belly and ready for anything
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| Rebellion, Empire
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| I’m penning a memoir of the valiant women and men
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| Who’ll ascend higher than the tyranny sent by the Emperor
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| Let me cut to the chase, you see those dots up in space?
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| Each one’s a star where wars are part of all their customary days
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| And plus, whose dominant traits are trading shots because they
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| Who opted not to obey that heinous doctrinal faith
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| Of Vader’s got in the way and aimed to stop it prevailing
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| Make it fail at the hands of renegades who got a little base
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| Used it to blow up that big grey bollock that shot up place
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| Based on information Bothans bravely took
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| For costs that were paid in blood
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| And were slain, their loss for our gain will not be in vain
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| Our squadrons will take their place, this is not just a game
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| We’re a natural team, held fast with mental Tractor Beams
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| Established through practice sat
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| At the helms of these exact machines
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| We’ve had to see so many ravaged home planets
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| And shattered dreams
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| Displaced populations are dispersed like scattered seeds
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| And now our foes are reaping what they’ve sown, a Blue Harvest
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| As shadows of the Empire flee the light
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| They’ll know a true darkness
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| Like Anakin who started nice and then he grew heartless
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| Amputating Luke’s arm, shit, can you believe how rude Darth is?
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| Just another abusive father going too far with it
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| Regardless, he’s getting attacked from all sides like new carpets
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| Empire, Rebellion
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| Entire batallions of Corellians
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| With a red fire in their belly and ready for anything
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| Rebellion, Empire
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| I’m penning a memoir of the valiant women and men
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| Who’ll ascend higher than the tyranny sent by the Emperor
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| We’re keeping the squad tight, if we see you, it’s on sight
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| It’s not the size of the dog in the fight
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| It’s the size of the fight in the dog in the dogfight
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| What’s a dog? |
| I’m not sure
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| Alright then, a Wookie on all fours
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| You don’t have to be pedantic
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| Why’s everything got to be canon, even the fanfic?
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| I’ll boldly go where no one has gone before, Mordor
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| Flying, soaring through the eye of Sauron 'til I hit Hogwarts
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| Are you getting involved in a perilous cult
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| Or assisting the cause the Rebel assault?
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| You’re selling your soul
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| When every second and every call could affect the result
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| This is the sort of profession that you could never insure at all
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| You can’t even fill in the relevant forms
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| And not get a hell of a sore bellend and balls
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| When you’re heading
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| With reckless abandon through Beggar’s Canyon
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| Can’t deduce whether these imps are stupid or sinister
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| Better ask Hanlon, handling business with my companions
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| That’s the best thing, now I’m flexing
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| But getting in the line of fire of our X-Wings
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| As reckless as driving while texting
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| Senses heightened, I sense a pre-emptive strike in
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| Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, bomb
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| Get ready for defensive fighting
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| Blowing up a flagship only for the brags it allows
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| Now that’s some expensive hijinks
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| Flying uninsured, I’ve dented up my rented Y-Wing
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| Still the finest fighter pilots, signed up to fight and die
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| Let’s finally find the flight to firefight the tyrants' frightful violence
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| We pilots harmonise and strike like violins' tightened wire strings
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| As bows hit bows, we bow
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| Then vow to finally bring this evil Empire
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| To an end just like the Death Star
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| We detonated every deck
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| Even the medic, creche and restaurant
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| Empire, Rebellion
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| Entire batallions of Corellians
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| With a red fire in their belly and ready for anything
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| Rebellion, Empire
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| I’m penning a memoir of the valiant women and men
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| Who’ll ascend higher than the tyranny sent by the Emperor |