There's a time, there's a place,
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it seems familiar now, but not the face.
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The eyes are mean, without a soul,
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I find myself looking up from a down a hole.
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Reason skips me, see through eyes of red,
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pumpin' my heart, pounding my head.
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My senses are shell-shocked, hanging in a net,
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I guess I walked straight into a fist of regret,
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.. regret, regret ..
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.. I walked into a fist of regret.
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The agony, the esctasy,
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I feel I've had it all.
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But now I'm standing tall,
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gotta' keep on goin'.
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Else I won't see tomorrow.
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I guess I'll have to keep my bruises,
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and be known as the one who loses.
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Stopped in my tracks, the anchors on,
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all my motivation gone.
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Pick it up, lay it down,
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an' promise that I'll be a 'good' hound.
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We gotta' keep on goin',
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else we won't see no tomorrow.
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My memory's still intact,
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just my sould that's been ransacked.
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Fist Of Regret
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| G.B.H. |
