Life’s a boxing ring, by five lost count how many I defeated, yet
They still keep coming, you in the sidelines in your side glance
Well we both know what you’re doing, struck once fell down,
Fired back, laughing, in this all consuming boxing ring, set on
Fire, now it’s blazing, this all engulfing, hot licking flame, well,
We both know what you’re doing, what do I care for idiots trash Talking, just a small thing, that side-long look… can get me
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