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Eighth grade, my ground
Outweighed by at 30 pounds
Oh, T. James
Meanest boy in the
Toe to toe of homeroom
Like two in the hall at high noon
Theres no backing now
Youd just like a fool
had to stand up to him
I stood up, and got knocked back down
Thats a fight I win

for words on the phone
Dads to tell me why hes not coming home
Its your and me
Boy, its not fault
So its one a month
And a summer
Made a special back, for my graduation
Said, Im proud of you, son... good care of your Mom
I tried to be a man and it in
I didnt to cry in front of him
Thats a fight I win

And youve got to let go
youre gonna lose
You try to your battles
But sometimes they you

holding our ground
Shots ringing out, and the men going
We were in harms way
Way too far home
Well its not about pride or the story
Not for the country, or even Old
At times like that, trying to bring each other back home
I ran over to help my
I tried to keep the life of him

Mm, hm... I

Thats a fight I win
a fight I couldnt win