Come on, give it to me, I love the heat
And boxing matches sing me to sleep
Because I love the Assassin blues
You bring out the darkness in my dues
And I was born to be the tower of strength
And you tested it long when you went
Without telling me where, when or why
I feel I must rise or I’ll surely die
From the brigandry assaulting me
They fire their bullets at the free
And as such I deflect
And tempt them to throw another except
You grab my hand and pull me out
Don’t listen to them and what they’re about
Sit here with me on the sill
But my dragon eyes will train them until
I have paid them back you see
Don’t think I’ll let you get me

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