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Bring It On
Long dark tunnel, the beat of a drum
I take a deep breath, then see them come
Weapons in hand, I shout ‘Bring it on’
My moment of doubt, has been and gone
Defiant I hack and cut and scream
At a blur of arrows barely seen
I won’t be beaten, will not give in
Cannot keep losing, I need a win
Battle now done, I let out a roar
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