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Sand scrapes my toes and blisters my heels. Walking's much too painful to traverse these hills.
Blind Woolly mammoth driven by Elves. Haggle with the hoods and score some bolts.
Sniper in the hill hiding in a hole. He's gonna shoot you down and take your soul.
Haggle with the hoods and score some bolts. Take my hovering biscuit and head back home.
Rusty, ravaged skeletons shine on two moons. Oh lord I got them Tatooine blues.
My name may not be written in the sky...walking these you'll see it in my eye.
Travel to the cantina that's grown so far. Find a cocky pilot, we'll blow up the death star