Dizzy fights meet climatic heights,
read my rights then turn off the lights.
Release me now for another row
then another vow with a furrowed brow.
One day it'll be meant but then your patience will be spent;
it's already bent, I can see by the dent,
but please
one last chance, just one last dance
for me to please
for me to appease.
Please.
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