Knuckles bare on lips of glass
breaking the words of promised lands
In this ring we fight for blood
porcelain pain scars in the stars
We are falling through the ropes
punching the hopes straight in the heart
Your fists of love
Softly spoken sullen birds
sing along they take a dive
White lies,black eyes now I'm blind
Upper cut blows misplace my mind
Knock me out way to the ground my beautiful
Hit me with your gentle smile my beautiful
I don't want to fight no more my beautiful
Your fists of love
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