Song | The Fighter |
Artist | Bon Jovi |
Album | What About Now [Deluxe Edition] |
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[00:00.93] | The Fighter |
[00:01.28] | Bon Jovi |
[00:01.60] | |
[00:14.56] | I should write down these words ‘fore I lose them |
[00:23.69] | Or write you a song just to use them |
[00:32.09] | Someday you may wanna know who I am, |
[00:37.23] | Beyond this facade no guitar in my hand |
[00:42.16] | No I am not a writer |
[00:50.47] | |
[00:51.97] | These eyes hold no secrets I hide no truths |
[01:00.54] | I am all I am, all I was to you |
[01:09.46] | The lie and the promise, the great escape artist, |
[01:14.33] | The weed in your garden in that place you’re still guarding |
[01:19.32] | Where I am not a liar |
[01:27.72] | |
[01:28.29] | I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade |
[01:37.88] | I am the fighter, few will remember my name |
[01:48.36] | |
[01:50.77] | These are hands that can offer protection |
[01:59.99] | But hid me from my own reflection |
[02:08.07] | I’m that book that ain’t finished, a sink full of dishes, |
[02:13.53] | The horse that ain’t winning, the priest that’s still sinning |
[02:18.25] | The spark that starts the fire |
[02:26.42] | |
[02:27.34] | I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade |
[02:37.09] | I am the fighter, few will remember my name |
[02:47.91] | |
[02:50.39] | With loneliness next to me, feels its misery, |
[02:55.73] | nursing another black eye |
[02:59.65] | On the New Jersey turnpike, counting the headlights |
[03:05.43] | Those cars just like days pass me by |
[03:10.72] | |
[03:31.57] | I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade |
[03:41.21] | I am the fighter, few will remember my name |
[03:51.01] | I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade |
[04:00.86] | I am the fighter, a fighter’s born but not made |
[04:11.37] | |
[04:13.67] | I should write down these words ‘fore I lose them |
[04:22.92] | Or write you a song just to use them. |
[04:29.17] |
[00:00.93] | The Fighter |
[00:01.28] | Bon Jovi |
[00:01.60] | |
[00:14.56] | I should write down these words ' fore I lose them |
[00:23.69] | Or write you a song just to use them |
[00:32.09] | Someday you may wanna know who I am, |
[00:37.23] | Beyond this facade no guitar in my hand |
[00:42.16] | No I am not a writer |
[00:50.47] | |
[00:51.97] | These eyes hold no secrets I hide no truths |
[01:00.54] | I am all I am, all I was to you |
[01:09.46] | The lie and the promise, the great escape artist, |
[01:14.33] | The weed in your garden in that place you' re still guarding |
[01:19.32] | Where I am not a liar |
[01:27.72] | |
[01:28.29] | I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade |
[01:37.88] | I am the fighter, few will remember my name |
[01:48.36] | |
[01:50.77] | These are hands that can offer protection |
[01:59.99] | But hid me from my own reflection |
[02:08.07] | I' m that book that ain' t finished, a sink full of dishes, |
[02:13.53] | The horse that ain' t winning, the priest that' s still sinning |
[02:18.25] | The spark that starts the fire |
[02:26.42] | |
[02:27.34] | I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade |
[02:37.09] | I am the fighter, few will remember my name |
[02:47.91] | |
[02:50.39] | With loneliness next to me, feels its misery, |
[02:55.73] | nursing another black eye |
[02:59.65] | On the New Jersey turnpike, counting the headlights |
[03:05.43] | Those cars just like days pass me by |
[03:10.72] | |
[03:31.57] | I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade |
[03:41.21] | I am the fighter, few will remember my name |
[03:51.01] | I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade |
[04:00.86] | I am the fighter, a fighter' s born but not made |
[04:11.37] | |
[04:13.67] | I should write down these words ' fore I lose them |
[04:22.92] | Or write you a song just to use them. |
[04:29.17] |
[00:00.93] | The Fighter |
[00:01.28] | Bon Jovi |
[00:01.60] | |
[00:14.56] | I should write down these words ' fore I lose them |
[00:23.69] | Or write you a song just to use them |
[00:32.09] | Someday you may wanna know who I am, |
[00:37.23] | Beyond this facade no guitar in my hand |
[00:42.16] | No I am not a writer |
[00:50.47] | |
[00:51.97] | These eyes hold no secrets I hide no truths |
[01:00.54] | I am all I am, all I was to you |
[01:09.46] | The lie and the promise, the great escape artist, |
[01:14.33] | The weed in your garden in that place you' re still guarding |
[01:19.32] | Where I am not a liar |
[01:27.72] | |
[01:28.29] | I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade |
[01:37.88] | I am the fighter, few will remember my name |
[01:48.36] | |
[01:50.77] | These are hands that can offer protection |
[01:59.99] | But hid me from my own reflection |
[02:08.07] | I' m that book that ain' t finished, a sink full of dishes, |
[02:13.53] | The horse that ain' t winning, the priest that' s still sinning |
[02:18.25] | The spark that starts the fire |
[02:26.42] | |
[02:27.34] | I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade |
[02:37.09] | I am the fighter, few will remember my name |
[02:47.91] | |
[02:50.39] | With loneliness next to me, feels its misery, |
[02:55.73] | nursing another black eye |
[02:59.65] | On the New Jersey turnpike, counting the headlights |
[03:05.43] | Those cars just like days pass me by |
[03:10.72] | |
[03:31.57] | I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade |
[03:41.21] | I am the fighter, few will remember my name |
[03:51.01] | I am the fighter, though not a boxer by trade |
[04:00.86] | I am the fighter, a fighter' s born but not made |
[04:11.37] | |
[04:13.67] | I should write down these words ' fore I lose them |
[04:22.92] | Or write you a song just to use them. |
[04:29.17] |