| The stage is set, all ships have arrived
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| We know that only one will survive
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| Will it be me, will it be me, will it be you?
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| Suspension plates are drawn in tight
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| Central towers alert to the fight
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| Will it be me, will it be me, will it be you?
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| If you bring some you know
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| I’ll have one better
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| What you want to know
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| I’ll own forever
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| For years you’ve watched my vision grow
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| It’s now come time for you to know
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| Will it be me, will it be me, will it be you?
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| Are you quite sure you’ve grown so strong
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| Since last we met it’s not been long
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| Will it be me, will it be me, will it be you?
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| If you bring some you know
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| I’ll have one better
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| What you want to know
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| I’ll own forever
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| Southwest sector, they’re at your door
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| Silos release black interceptor
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| Will it be you? |
| Time perfection, defence selection
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| Intercept without detection
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| Will it be you?
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| My contact’s made with your feeble raid
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| Your fleet lies silent, black starlit grave
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| Will it be me?
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| Computer dance
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| Metallic romance
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| It really seems you had no chance
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| Yes! |
| It will be me |