[Many years after the overthrow of Wilson, a rebel soldier crouching
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high on a hilltop above the war torn forests of Gamehendge spots a
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group of loyalists approaching from their lakeside encampment below.
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His trusty llama stands beside him, loaded down with a canvas pack
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that holds two large bazooka type guns to the animal's sides. Near the
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man sits a cache of blastoplast, each capable of destroying the entire
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hillside in an instant...]
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Sunrise over the turquoise mountains
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Messenger birds in sight
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They came up through the valley
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Both sides at a time
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Through the cold steady rain
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Raid!
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I bend down
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Poke a double decker on a llama
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Taboot
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Llama, Taboot Taboot
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Trigger a blastoplast, ramshackle laker recedes
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I start to run
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It was the loudest thing I'd ever heard
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And I knew my time had come
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To enter the delta
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Leave it on press [2x]
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Depress, Depress
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Llama, Taboot Taboot
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Leave it on press
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Depress, Depress
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Llama, Taboot Taboot
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Llama, Taboot Taboot
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Llama, Taboot Taboot
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Taboot Taboot
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Taboot Taboot
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Taboot
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Lllama
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Phish |