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I'm in the cup of bloody knuckles, irony, sight for sore eyes, she's least likely to
lightly lie to me, tell me that I'm good and misunderstood, cause the fear of the fear
of slightening, and I don't wanna be judged, I don't wanna be judged, I don't wanna be
judged, so tell me where the hugs at, where the ***** at, I'm dying, you're not crying,
louder, I'm tired of feeling sour, the power, and whoever own it, cause I ****** every opponent,