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A quiet moment before the champ goes downthrough the doors of his decision to fightthrough one last round. |
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Though he's beaten and he knows it,no way in hell he's gonna throw it all away. |
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So on with the round and into the light of allthe camera and predictions, news radio depictionsof a fight he knew he'd never win. |
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So for the record it's just another day, all thingsfade away. |
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He stood fast 'till the end and met hisfate with right hook to oblivion and no one cried |
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His opponent young and eager to accept the admirationof the crowd paid no attention. |
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So down he goessurrounded by the faces that once proudly, only built himup. |
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Now he lies surrounded by the one who do not care |
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Signed, sealed, delivered. |
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He stood fast right until thevery end, no commentary about the sate of grace he's in. |
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So for the record, it's just another day. |
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All things fade away |
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It's just another day, how will i fade away. |
