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点击复制Woke up on the floor again
Boots by the door
Unpaid rent
Calloused hands
Cracked and red
Dreams like gravel in my bed
It’s sweat and blood
On these torn-up plans
Every busted knuckle
Every shaking hand
I’m staking my name
In the rust and mud
If I rise
If I fall
It’s on sweat and blood
Clock in
Teeth clenched
Jaw tight
Same old jokes
Same strip-light
But inside
Sparks still catch
One small flame that they can’t match
It’s sweat and blood
On these torn-up plans
Every busted knuckle
Every shaking hand
I’m staking my name
In the rust and mud
If I rise
If I fall
It’s on sweat and blood
Tell me what a clean win’s worth
If you never scraped the dirt
I’d rather choke on honest hurt
Than breathe easy
Never earn it
It’s sweat and blood
On these torn-up plans
Every busted knuckle
Every shaking hand
I’m staking my name
In the rust and mud
If I rise
If I fall
It’s on sweat and blood
On sweat and blood
On sweat and blood