| Sometimes I’m the master
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| Sometimes I serve
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| Sometimes I’m the pastor
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| Sometimes I’m the perv
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| I’m not saying it’s perfect
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| Just speaking the truth
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| Cause under the surface
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| My soul is black and blue
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| Black and blue, blue, blue
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| We win some, we lose some
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| And some get away
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| We’re perfect, we’re broken
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| That’s just how we’re made
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| We hop in that ring with ourselves everyday
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| We fight, fight that good, good fight
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| We fight, fight that good, good, good, good, fight
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| This girl’s got a cigarette
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| She’s trying to keep in the box
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| This guy’s a player
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| But he knows he needs to stop
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| We get dealt these hands
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| Try not to fold
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| Got to stand
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| Keep your back up off the ropes
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| Off the rope, rope, ropes
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| We win some, we lose some
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| And some get away
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| We’re perfect, we’re broken
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| That’s just how we’re made
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| We hop in that ring with ourselves everyday
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| We fight, fight that good, good fight
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| We fight, fight that good, good, good, good, fight
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| Wrap your hands, your gloves
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| And set your mind right
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| Cause your fans, they love
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| To see a good fight
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| Wrap your hands, your gloves
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| And set your mind right
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| Cause your fans, they love
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| To see a good fight
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| Wrap your hands, your gloves
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| And set your mind right
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| Cause your fans, they love
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| To see a good fight
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| We win some, we lose some
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| And some get away
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| We’re perfect, we’re broken
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| That’s just how we’re made
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| We hop in that ring with ourselves everyday
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| We fight, fight that good, good fight
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| We fight, fight that good, good, good
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| We fight, fight that good, good fight
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| We fight, fight that good, good, good, good, fight |