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Like boxers |
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Find nobility in violence |
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& no ability to see sense |
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Like boxers |
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Blinkered & bare breasted pugilism |
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How we all try to keep the fighter within |
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Like boxers |
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Looked for safety in a clinch |
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& they were bruised but unflinching |
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Like boxers |
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Sweet anticipation of the landing of the first blow |
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& how much better is the devil you know |
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Like boxers |
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From tattered lip a little blood spurt |
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You always love the ones you hurt |
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Though they were hanging on the ropes |
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They weren't about to give up hope |
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Like boxers |
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Falling & counting |
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Like boxers |
