This morning is the good hurt
Like the first fight you won
But first took one in the head,
And the chest
And the legs,
And the arms,
And the back.
And the fact is
You're actually a little more tired.
But you're running on adrenaline
Left over from last night:
Fought up to the gate in the first row,
Setlist in-hand by the end of the show,
So many bruises,
So little water,
So worth it.
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