You don't gotta fight no more
This is my war put down your sword
Pack up, I'm strapped up, I got this, I promise
I think this is what they make back-up for
This is my score
Let me put something on the board
Your hand me down handicap secondhand trouble
That you try to juggle
You need a hand, hand me that
I'll hold the duffle, you shovel
I love you like blood do
Sea your shell scuffle and triumph
I beach your demons, now wipe off your Sandy back
Shore, we fall, but standing back to back
I can't evacuate you in this situation
Tie your shoelace, I fall behind
You wait for, it's your boy
Got you forevermore
Rest your poor, bruised body and relax, SCORE!
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