| Tie your knuckles tight.
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| It’s all about the midnight sting.
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| I’m not going to lie, I enjoy your punches.
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| We are raging bulls fueled by the red inside.
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| Don’t lose your head, twelve rounds and we’re still not down.
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| You’re dressed to kill, with that look in your eyes.
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| I’ve got you in my sights and I’m not letting go.
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| Maybe I should learn to bite my tongue.
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| I’ll be the adrenaline rush through your veins.
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| I’ll be the cure you don’t need but I’m here to stay.
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| Break in, break out, this party’s dead on its back.
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| Break in, break out, it’s time to prove them right.
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| The last words she said to me:
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| «If that liquor touches your lips, you won’t be coming home with me.»
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| I’ve got you in my sights and I’m not letting go.
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| Maybe I should learn to bite my tongue.
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| I’ll be the adrenaline rush through your veins.
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| I’ll be the cure you don’t need but I’m here to stay.
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| Break in, break out, this party’s dead on its back.
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| Break in, break out, it’s time to prove them right.
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| Throw down cursing the night.
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| I’ll never do this again. |