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Cracked knuckles, and my fists |
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are bandaged up for the fight. |
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Am I ready? |
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There's the bell. |
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How many rounds can I go? |
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And how can soften the blows? |
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Can I avoid them altogether? |
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But my heart isn't in this. |
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I'm supposed to be a seasoned fighter. |
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It feels like my first hit. |
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(and it hurts like...) |
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I didn't see this coming anyway. |
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(yeah, it hurts like hell) |
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So don't tell the crowd... |
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Black eyes, black threads, and bandages for the fight. |
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Who are the odds on, |
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me or him? |
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How many tricks do I know? |
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And how can I soften the blows? |
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Or can I avoid them altogether? |
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But my heart isn't in this. |
|
I'm supposed to be a seasoned fighter. |
|
It feel like my first hit. |
|
(and it hurts like...) |
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I didn't see this coming anyway. |
|
(yeah, it hurts like hell) |
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So don't tell the crowd, |
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but I'm gonna let my guard down. |
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You're the only one now. |
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My heart isn't in this. |
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I'm supposed to be a seasoned fighter. |
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(I'll let you take me) |
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It feel like my first hit, |
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and it hurts like hell. |
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(I'll let you take me) |
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Black eyes, black threads, and bandages. |
|
(I'll let you take me) |
|
It feels like my first hit, |
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and it hurts like hell. |
|
(I'll let you take me) |
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My heart isn't in this. |
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I'm supposed to be a seasoned fighter. |
