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I really stop picking fights
With the of my past
I'm rolling with the punches
I'm not how long I'm gonna last

Pour on the open wound
Love the that hurt you, say

I really gotta picking fights
Or I'm gonna this

Every decision brings a vision of what went
with rounds to play with

These memories me
I'm starting to think my life
Flashing my eyes
man in a hood is carrying a scythe and creeping
In the of my eye

I really stop picking fights
Now the specters are
But I'm smiling through the bruises, cuts and
Laughing and

salt on the open wound
Love the ones hurt you, say

We are not let it go

These memories me
I'm starting to it's my life
Flashing before my
man in a hood is carrying a scythe and creeping
In the of my eye