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The fight
My nose is bloody
My eye is black
That doesn't mean I lost the fight
I just waited to make my strike
I fought back with brute force
I made it through all your wars
I was backed in the corner taunting you
I dodge your blows and fight back
We trade shots on each other
Fist for fist
Blood for blood
I land my final strike
And come out champion with the sound of the final bell
My eye is black
That doesn't mean I lost the fight
I just waited to make my strike
I fought back with brute force
I made it through all your wars
I was backed in the corner taunting you
I dodge your blows and fight back
We trade shots on each other
Fist for fist
Blood for blood
I land my final strike
And come out champion with the sound of the final bell
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