| Faded radiant knight of the lightsaber
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| Now the battery’s low
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| Moth-eaten, old and unable
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| You can feel the tumor grow
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| It’s out there
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| And you’re gonna have to take it on
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| To the battle of the atmosphere
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| Coz you don’t know what’s right from wrong
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| He’s got a tumor, got a motor arm (motor arm)
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| And he’s ridin' high (ridin' high)
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| Hes Obi Damned Kenobi (Damned Kenobi)
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| Old panther in the sky
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| Choices, the choices
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| They are eatin' you up inside
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| Got no parole from the sound of the voices
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| And you’ve got no place to hide
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| Cause it’s hard
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| When the pieces don’t seem to connect
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| It’s a feeling of true defect
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| To the head of the inner sect
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| His arm is moving wildly on
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| Motoric disease, it’s the same old song
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| And the battle of lightyears is going on
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| Yeah the war is going on, and on
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| And on-on-on-on-on-on-on
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| He’s got a tumor, got a motorarm (motorarm)
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| And he’s ridin' high (ridin' high)
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| Hes Obi Damned Kenobi (Damned Kenobi)
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| Old panther in the sky
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| He rolls the dice of justice (dice of justice)
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| And his stakes are high (stakes are high)
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| He’s Obi Damned Kenobi (Damned Kenobi)
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| Old panther in the sky |