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SECOND DEATH STAR
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| Reconnaissance mission, a perfect plan, a devious crime |
| Constructing precision, eight bloody hands, mechanical spine
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| Wait for my signal. Don’t
try this alone |
| It’s a practical system, a trial by stone
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| You conspire against me, in here all the time, no bodies to
burn |
| You’re a liar by daylight, friendly by night, unwilling to
turn
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| Wait for my signal. Don’t
try this alone |
| It’s a practical system, a trial by stone
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| It makes me fear you |
| You make this look so easy, and that makes me fear you |
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