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One hell of a prize fighter

par Eighteen Visions

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And I can´t see why you´re cryin loud.
Right down the street you´re walking proud.
You fiend. You crave.
You´re trippin now.
So in the street you´re lyin down.
Wasted down on the couch.
Wasted now you´re in doubt.
The sun strikes back.
Breathing.
To burn you down.
Melting.
And in your room.
Wasted.
You´re in full bloom.
And I told you...you´re goin down.
You spit a mouthful of lies.
Another spirit dies.
I´m gonna soften you up.
You spit a moutful of lies.
I cut you under the eyes.
You´re just here for the serving.
Wasted down on the couch.
Wasted now you´re in doubt.
Scatter brained and hopeless,
you´re so godless and sick.
Well here´s your misery.
Bite down and grind your teeth away.
Well here´s your misery.
Won´t live to breath another day.
And I watch you sleep in your river.
I told you right from the start.
I had to settle the score.
You were gonna get it.
I think you spoke too soon.
It´s time to lick your wounds.
My fist made the connection.
I think you spoke too soon.
It´s time to lick your wounds.
Your pain will be my infliction.
You came to me in acid bath.
Come clean.
You fucking junkie.
I´m gonna throw you away.
You came to me in acid bath.
Come clean.
You fucking sellout.
I´m gonna put you away.
I think you spoke too soon.
It´s time to lick your wounds.
My fist made the connection.
I think you spoke too soon.
It´s time to lick your wounds.
Your pain will be my infliction.
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