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. my winter clothes. and wishing I was gone. Going home,. where the New York City winters. aren't bleeding me. Leading me. going home. . In the clearing stands a boxer,. and a fighter by his trade
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. my winter clothes. and wishing I was gone. Going home,. where the New York City winters. aren't bleeding me. Leading me. going home. . In the clearing stands a boxer,. and a fighter by his trade
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tiThe Boxer. arEditors. alIn This Light And On This Evening. Editors - The Boxer. A Bruisful Blue Play fights with the stars. This Place is our prison. It sells the past. So take me to town. I wanna
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pretty Damn, this place makes a boy out of me. The ring meets my face by the count of three An unwanted sun pulls rank in the sky. The boxer isn't finished, he's not ready to die. I'm attracted to the
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clothes. And wishing I was gone,. Going home. Where the New York City winters. Aren't bleeding me,. Leading me,. Going home. In the clearing stands a boxer,. And a fighter by his trade. And he carries the
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wishing I was gone. Going home. Where the New York City winters. Aren't bleeding me,. Leading me,. Going home. In the clearing stands a boxer,. And a fighter by his trade. And he carries the
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still guarding,. Where I am not a liar. . I am the fighter,. Though not a boxer by trade,. I am the fighter,. Few will remember my name. . These are hands that can offer protection,. But hid me
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Bài hát Fighter (Street) - Cham, Damian Jr. Gong Marley . (Chorus). Like a becon on the mountain. Shining through like the rising sun. So shall it be for the faithful. The one’s who never stop till
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winters. Aren't bleeding me,. Leading me,. Going home In the clearing stands a boxer,. And a fighter by his trade. And he carries the reminders. Of ev'ry glove that laid him down. Or cut him till he
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fighter. Made me learn a little bit faster. Made my skin a little bit thicker. Makes me that much smarter. So thanks for making me a fighter. Never saw it coming, all of your backstabbing. Just so you could
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. Belladonna is your flower. Manslaughter your meat. Spend a year in a couple of hours. On the edge of Beasley Street. Where the action isn't. That's where it is. State your position. Vacancies exist. In an X
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dangerous game might come to nothing. Very hard to explain the pushing and the shoving. Still the sound in his ears and the many lean years. Taught him to live. The back street kid Everyone was singing
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đường nhỏ (we move). WALK ON DA STREET NEVER STUCK ON DA BEAT! (x5). More time on my wrist . More rhyme in my list . Play this game i have no cheat . Busy work no time for b*tch . Going through, my way is
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