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The Final StrikeAs I was fourteen I was playfulI had a time when I was plainly touched And played it as it lays For a moment there was silence To look for reasons is beside the point And it won't last long I was wrong, I was cold enough To smack you right in the face All I want, all you don't Will I be right or wrong A kick, a punch, a final strike It all came up the other night I closed my fingers for a fight When I was wrong I read the book of bad temptations Down the streets where I was feeling alright And slept for quite a while Still I heard something special On a TV and all that I've ever seen Is what I'll keep in mind I was wrong Still I want so much to smack you right in the face All I want, all you don't Will I be right or wrong A kick, a punch, a final strike Bye now, saying goodbye And I call now out for more Will I be wrong Will I be wrong Will I be wrong |