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Texty: Yard Fight (The). Only Way. The Proof.


Here's my fucking proof!
Yeah! Why would I be sorry for living up to a standard I set for myself?
Just because you were too weak man - TOO FUCKING WEAK!
To make good on - ON YOUR FUCKING WORD?
And this truth that I hold is my proof.
IT'S THE PROOF that these feelings won't grow cold.
But still you try - Perpetuate the lie, and from what I've seen,
you've reached an all time low.
And these words that I scream are more real than you will EVER FUCKING KNOW.
And this truth that I hold is my proof.
IT'S THE PROOF that these feelings won't grow cold.
WHAT do you have left?
ONCE YOU'VE GROWN OLD and lost all YOUR SELF-RESPECT?
Well, I'll tell you what I FUCKING SEE
You've got nothing left because your heart's grown so fucking cold
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