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Go on, my Son, go out and box, don't wave this chance good-bye, Switch from Southpaw to Orthodox. The Judges have it Fifty/Fifty, an equinox, apply yourself. . . apply, Go on my Son, go out and box. Keep it crafty, like the fox, acid to his alkali, Switch from Southpaw to Orthodox. Jab, Jab, Hook! Unpick the locks, it's time to modify, Go on my Son, go out and box. Unloading pallets of concrete blocks until the day you die ? Switch from Southpaw to Orthodox. Win this Round, escape the docks, would I tell you a lie ? Go on my Son, go out and box, Switch from Southpaw to Orthodox.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
Ding Ding. . .Third and final round
Go on, my Son, go out and box, don't wave this chance good-bye, Switch from Southpaw to Orthodox. The Judges have it Fifty/Fifty, an equinox, apply yourself. . . apply, Go on my Son, go out and box. Keep it crafty, like the fox, acid to his alkali, Switch from Southpaw to Orthodox. Jab, Jab, Hook! Unpick the locks, it's time to modify, Go on my Son, go out and box. Unloading pallets of concrete blocks until the day you die ? Switch from Southpaw to Orthodox. Win this Round, escape the docks, would I tell you a lie ? Go on my Son, go out and box, Switch from Southpaw to Orthodox.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
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