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You knocked me off my feet
And I fell face first on the concrete
I took a blow to the limbs
I didn't even know him
There's no point in hiding the hate you confide
In the pain that you call your own
There's no point in shying from fists that are flying
The boy is on his own
You looked me in the eyes
I bet you thought I was paralysed
I took a blow to the chest
Now I've been underestimated
There's no point in hiding the hate you confide
In the pain that you call your own
There's no point in shying from fists that are flying
The boy is on his own
There's no point in hiding the hate you confide
In the pain that you call your own
There's no point in shying from fists that are flying
The boy is on his own
I'll fight you to the death
I'll fight you to the death
I'll fight you to the death
I'll fight you to the death
I'll fight you to the death
I'll fight you to the death



Writer(s): Paul Adrian Banks, Alan Steven Leach, Richard James Witter, Thomas Peter Gladwin Copyright: Polygram Music Publishing Ltd. Gb, Cooking Vinyl Publishing


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