Don't you hear the crowd?
Their cheers, the victory chants.
The thrill of the fight flowing through.
Your move is coming, stand proud.
And don't let the lights put you in a trance.
Didn't you see my move?
Of course not, I didn't make one.
I'm just a loser who hasn't the skill to compete.
So I forfeit, take the victory you crave.
Rejoice, your attack has me undone!
Now tell me, isn't the taste of victory sweet?
I'm sorry, I can't hear you from your gave.
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