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The Contender

from The Contender by Eight Ounces

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Sometimes I feel that nothing´s real
That i´m living a nightmare, feeling the pain
I wake up in the morning with one thought in my head
Kill all the demons that made me this way

Make my own path, fighting each day
Scarred from the womb, lifetime condemned
But wearing these box gloves i like to pretend
That beating my rivals, pain will fade away

Stand up! Stand up! Look into my eyes!
Rise your fists! I´m the contender!

Handwraps in my hands, clenched fists
I look in the mirror and i see what i am
Never asked for this pain in my life
Drown in my own hate, I got to survive

Never surrender, the only thing clear
Broken, bruised, bitter and fused
But wearing these box gloves i like to pretend
That beating my rivals, pain will fade away


Stand up! Stand up! Look into my eyes!
Rise your fists! I´m the contender!

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from The Contender, released October 20, 2014

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Hardcore Label Based In Barcelona
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