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These days have left their marks |
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but I won't go down without a fight |
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bare knuckled and ready to cross |
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I'm on the ropes prepared to bite |
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And even if it's all wrong |
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And even if I fall down |
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There is nothing that can break my bones |
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And even if it's all wrong |
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And even if I fall down |
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This battleground will be my home |
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But still after all these years |
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I'm rolling with the punches |
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I'm rolling with the punches |
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I ain't afraid of no ghost |
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Still rolling with the punches |
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These days will take their toll |
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but i'm still standing, on my own two feet |
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I won't cower in my corner |
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counting all my bruises, no |
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I will not admit defeat |
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And even if its all wrong |
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And even if I fall down |
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Theres nothing that can break my bones |
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And even if its all wrong |
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And even if I fall down |
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This battleground is all I know |
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But still after all these years |
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I'm rolling with the punches |
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I'm rolling with the punches |
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I ain't afraid of no ghost |
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Still rolling with the punches |
