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mindless inhibitions making me question my decisions you’d think theses fists had a conscience of their own, taking low blows, taking shots quicker than your bow believe it or not, i’d rather tables were turned id rather take the hit, knock me out put me to sleep, black me out matter of fact knock my head clean off take my dome out back, play hacky sack
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 11:36 PM UTC
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mindless inhibitions making me question my decisions you’d think theses fists had a conscience of their own, taking low blows, taking shots quicker than your bow believe it or not, i’d rather tables were turned id rather take the hit, knock me out put me to sleep, black me out matter of fact knock my head clean off take my dome out back, play hacky sack
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Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 11:36 PM UTC
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