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Every
single
night
the
same
arrangement.
I
go
out
and
fight
the
fight.
Still,
I
always
feel
this
strange
estrangement.
Nothing
here
is
real,
nothing
here
is
right.
I've
been
making
shows
of
trading
blows,
just
hoping
no
one
knows
that
I've
been
going
through
the
motions,
walking
through
the
part.
Nothing
seems
to
penetrate
my
heart.
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