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Here we are, a new match Going head to head New opponent Same arena Fists long gone The bruises stay Knocked down in the second round Sucker punched Testing combos Left hooked In the chest Oxygen deprived Land another hit Create the only stars I see Men, they fall Make contact With the mat, maybe Wrap my hands And this story Let's see how long I last
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
Who needs a love triangle when I have an octagon
Here we are, a new match Going head to head New opponent Same arena Fists long gone The bruises stay Knocked down in the second round Sucker punched Testing combos Left hooked In the chest Oxygen deprived Land another hit Create the only stars I see Men, they fall Make contact With the mat, maybe Wrap my hands And this story Let's see how long I last
kaycog
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Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
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