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Hyperion
I dream of fame
I dream of my name known by all who roam
I wake in vain
That bastard Squall is gaining in life's game
I dream of 'RAGE!'
I can't believe that Zell has a crush on me
With all that 'RAGE!'
I still find time to polish my Gun Blade
This Hyperion
Each of these days my Posse grows stranger
This is my weapon
No puberty boy is gonna take it away from me
Squall stole my girl
It doesn't matter, I hate her anyway.
I don't comprehend
Why Instructor Trepe swoons at Squall's every move
I dream of fame
I dream of my name known by all who roam
I wake in vain
That bastard Squall is gaining in life's game
I dream of fame
It's no surprise that I became a knight
No other means in getting my way
So I hack away all SeeD's one by one
I dream of fame
I dream this nightmare of my life will end
I wake insane
That bastard Squall is a SeeD instead of me
Sweet Hyperion
Each of these days my Posse grows stronger
This is my weapon
No Chicken-wuss is gonna snatch is away from me
Sweet Hyperion
This memory of Ultimecia haunts us all
The weapon I hold, this gun blade
Is the deadly way I'll duel with my rival
Author's Note: Questions? Comments? Nice flames? Feel free to send them to Quistis_
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