| The friendship that love destroyed
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| Was not the intention or ploy
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| The aftermath, the pulp you are
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| Beneath proud enigma you scar
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| You can’t afford another error
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| Twice now already agendered
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| You can’t be lord, this fake contender for fake
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| To the pulp you know you are
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| Best to scar
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| And not to mention all the mending
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| It’s the worst to learn or even know
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| That you beat the example to pulp
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| Not to mention all the mending
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| Not intended for the ending
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| Swift but fact an ear for lending
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| I welcome the beatings and the bendings
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| I’m bruised with what I’ve learnt and it’s taken me far
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| To pulp you’ve beaten me
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| The halt you seek in me
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| I’m beat to pulp, unlord your pride
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| There’s no feeling like when they break it off |