It's a battlefield in there
Some dumb, some straight
It's me against them
Take on 50, 20, or 8
One at a time, I show off my strength
I lift, I bow, I bend
A glance in the mirror
It's my ego that I fend
The wounds are few and far between
As much as it pains me
That little red sore
How it makes me giddy
The battle is sometimes long
And othertimes short and sweet
But no matter what
Return to that place, will my feet
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