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Its when Im not looking
That I must fleet these blows
Like one arms afire,
But the others not hitting home
You could say that its up to fate
That theres forces that move to our design
But I feign to leave it up to fate
In what others have made
Its not right,
But no one cares anymore.
It is the least of our worries now
I cant trust anything,
Least of all these hands I gave my self
I cant keep my gloves up
The knockouts only inches away
Already Im out and over
And pulled down by these waves
Ive got right now
Witless and white knuckled,
Ive got right now.