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Can Someone Please Tell Me How I Got In A Coffin?

I remember fighting with you on that hot summers day,
But the rest is a mystery.
I remember drawing our swords to battle,
I guess the rest is history?

We fought relentlessly until the sun went down,
I remember the searing pain I felt,
I remember every stage of the tussle,
Even you strangling me with your belt.

I have to say that was a dirty trick,
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