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Shed Seven

You knocked me off my feet
And I fell face first on the concrete
I took a blow to the limbs
I didn't even know him

There's no point in hiding
The hate that you confide in
The pain that you call your own
There's no point in shying

From the fists that are flying
The boy is on his own
You looked me in the eye
I bet you thought I was paralyzed

I took a blow to the chest
Now I've been underestimated
There's no point in hiding
The hate that you confide in

The pain that you call your own
There's no point in shying
From the fists that are flying
The boy is on his own
I'll fight you to the death [Repeat]

Written by GLADWIN, THOMAS PETER / WITTER, RICHARD JAMES / LEACH, ALAN STEVEN / BANKS, PAUL ADRIAN
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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