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The ring of love
Up and down we go
Round and round
In the ring of love we stand
Fists up fighters
Round one you
Round two me
Round three
Final punch
Knocked out I lay on the floor
Mind wondering over everything
Tears rolling with no reason why
I want to be cold
I want to not feel the pain
Even when it feeds me
I want to not suffocate
Even when it consumes me
Bleeding from everywhere
I need help to get up
Proud you stand with your hands held high
While your opponent lies helpless
You won,
the belt is yours
Fighters ready
Its time for your next opponent
Round and round
In the ring of love we stand
Fists up fighters
Round one you
Round two me
Round three
Final punch
Knocked out I lay on the floor
Mind wondering over everything
Tears rolling with no reason why
I want to be cold
I want to not feel the pain
Even when it feeds me
I want to not suffocate
Even when it consumes me
Bleeding from everywhere
I need help to get up
Proud you stand with your hands held high
While your opponent lies helpless
You won,
the belt is yours
Fighters ready
Its time for your next opponent
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