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[00:14.88]It wore him down; his head was hanging sideways,
[00:20.28]his lids were slits.
[00:23.86]This happened almost nightly now.
[00:27.43]He raised the gloves and waited for another round.
[00:40.93]He waited for the bell to ring,
[00:43.64]he prayed the lord would save his eyes.
[00:57.47]He heard church-folk swaying and sighing,
[01:06.46]"it's all right". He liked his kids,
[01:16.50]he liked his sky-blue Valiant, he liked the pay.
[01:22.88]"The boss' fine young talent" they all would say.
[01:30.03]And just a pension later he'll be free,
[01:36.36]do what he wants. Bereave the dream, now sleep,
[01:43.50]now slowly die. (Lie l-lie, lie l-lie lie lie l-lie)
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