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You, have knocked me off my feet again,
Got me feeling like a nothing.
You, with your voice like nails on a chalk board,
calling me out when I'm wounded.
You, picking on the weaker man,
You can take me down,
with just one single blow.
Got me feeling like a nothing.
You, with your voice like nails on a chalk board,
calling me out when I'm wounded.
You, picking on the weaker man,
You can take me down,
with just one single blow.
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