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The Prizefighters Lyrics

If there is one thing I can't forgiveIt's making me feel
the weakest, and limp
I should've hit you like I meant it
But I can't hear over those words
I'd knock you for that, and your eye's going black
This kind of hate makes me sick
But I'm onto it, I'm onto it.
My muscles are wasted, a useless red paste of it
Bluing the white in you, slapping your face with it.

My hook softening, as I listen
To the hollow sound that's drumming your ribs
I lose the grip on your neck
When it's over, and you're gone,
I'm sitting and crying.
This kind of hate makes me sick
But I'm onto it, I'm onto it.
My muscles are wasted, a useless red paste of it
Bluing the white in you, slapping your face with it.
What was that meaning, that breaking of skin
Have I proven it, have I proven it?

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Record Label(s): 1998 Touch And Go Records
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