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Every day a little harder |
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Look out boy, you're on your own! |
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Every day a little softer |
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You don't seem to be on your toes |
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It's just a job, swing with the punches |
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Pick up your hands, sting like a bee. |
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Prizefighters heading for home |
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Prizefighters everyone knows. |
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Every day a little slower |
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It's just the sweat in my eyes |
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You don't look the way you used to. |
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Don't drink that water though it tastes nice. |
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On the ropes and in a corner. |
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You've just got to give me one more try |
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Prizefighters heading for home |
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Prizefighters everyone knows |
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Who made the money? |
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I didn't spend it! |
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The dice were loaded once or twice |
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Prizefighters, heading for home |
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Prizefighters, everyone knows |
