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| Face to face with the one who can break him Heart to heart with his love for the game In his mind, The reality, where this beast can take him Giving into his fears, to bring home his fame |
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| Looking into his eyes to see the depths of his soul Knowing deep down he saw the devil inside His insticts say run, but he gains his control It is this, The Arena, where man and animal colide |
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| Both eye to eye, waiting for a next move Both toe to toe, waiting for this dance Both knowing deep down they have something to prove Both giving up all, and taking a chance |
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| They Stare down eachother, both standing their ground Neither one of them, willing to take a fall Cheers of the croud, to them dont make a sound A clock ticking down don't mean nothing at all |
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| The bull becomes, a victim of this game As another round, this beast will lose He leaves the arena, his head held in shame A better player, this game did choose |
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| The man becomes, a winner once more As another round comes, he'll prepare for a fight He stands in the arena, looking to whats in store Another chute gate opens, another devil in sight |
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| For Kris | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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