No clue
where I'm at
in this match
but oh I'm tired
the sad refrain
the book of days
it sired
don't call it a fight
Don't call it a fight
I don't know
what I'm doing
but it isn't that
I'll meet you next
On my true home turf
you better watch
While I establish my habitat
don't cal it a fight
it was never fair
was it Stretch
hey how's the air up there
If I pass back here
On the journey down
You'll know me then
by the golden crown
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