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Lambretta - The Fight Lambretta - The Fight | | This is the neverending fight
l am so proud l am to blame
l hold you so hard
Push you against the wall
l put you down, l kick you to the ground
l´ve got the taste of blood in my mouth
l´ve trashed your face down, got blood in your mouth
One strike for every move you make
l´m so pissed off, no more chase
my knockels are aching
aching to the bone
Make a bet that will taste my knee
l´ve got the taste of blood in my mouth
l´ve trashed your face down, got blood in your mouth
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