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Press Club Trading Punches




There's no escape
Nothing's coming easy
I'm not folding neatly anymore

I'm deflated
Everything is eating at me
Everyone is turning to stone

I wouldn't give it away
I wouldn't give it cause
I know where we came from
I know where we came from

I've been hated
But everything is worse when
I'm just trading punches with myself

I'm insane
I do everything on purpose
Too late to give my reason to you now

I wouldn't give it away
I wouldn't give it cause
I know where we came from
I know where we came from

I couldn't give it away
I couldn't give it cause
I know where we came from
I know where we came from
I know where we came from



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