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Sucker - Punched
Go ahead, spit in my face,
Batter me so in the crowd you have a place.
Rain upon me your fists of gossip,
Bloody my nose and lips.
Bruise the knees I fall on,
And my confidence until it's gone.
Yes, I may be stunned for a moment,
But your attack is petty to what I've underwent.
So when I stand up and pull through,
Realize I'm really saying, "Fuck You"!
