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28° 9' 13.5972" N, 82° 24' 56.4588" W

His blood on my fist
Knuckle to the bone
Tear through those teeth
Like a plow through the snow
Punch after punch
Blow after blow
Hit that little bully
Don't let him go
Throw him to the floor
Break all his bones
Hit him so hard
It'll tear off his clothes
Think of his body
As a piece of glass
Now you're invincible
Kick his ass
Let the anger leave
hands at your sides
Let go of your fists
So you can see the mess before your eyes
He is no more
Just a pile of lost pride
Hey that's OK
At least he tried

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