Come here every day for you to bore me Can anyone within your walls engage me? Is this all that I came for? Dirty hands shape the keenest minds Any brain you can spark the light Situations where I must concede And then disappear at three Is this all that I came for? What would you achieve if you would try? But all you ever do is run from fights Dirty hands shape the keenest minds Any brain you can spark the light Even with a temperament like mine Chances are that I'm not worth this strife
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