The Twilight Showdown Lyrics
| Song | The Twilight Showdown |
| Artist | The Starlight Mints |
| Album | Dream That Stuff Was Made Of |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Spurs on both his mighty infant tears of our oil, | |
| Prince Augustus. | |
| Pasta with the lack of razor crowned a princess. | |
| Biding off aside, I must distance the rival. | |
| Tell you something. | |
| Shouting with her brass conduction, | |
| Prince Augustus. Sond the trumpet. | |
| Welcome to the twilight showdown! | |
| Fighting with his eyes, combusted, | |
| Prince Augustus. | |
| Shouting with her head of mustard. | |
| Welcome to the twilight showdown! |
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