Loneliest Of Hearts
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He clinches his fist as he swings for the fucking fences
His since of abandon keeps him from deaths door
Blown knees and torn fucking muscles heart made of steel
These are the hours he never wants back this is the price that you pay for glory
Or maybe a since of fulfillment very few can appreciate the silence
The cold calm when nothing is left standing in your way
This is joy in its greatest moment shared only with the truly selfish
In a place where only the lonely ever choose to stand and die
Behind every drop of sweat, eyes unfazed and devoid of feeling
Love, has no place here. Our hearts beat a lone
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